Head absolutely buzzing after this evening's meditative participatory worship, it was. And not in a good way.
I told everybody this morning that we would all be taking part in an exploration of the use of symbols in worship.
Should have printed the notices instead, shouldn't I? Would have made it clearer. And saved me this massive headache.
And Marston Moretaine had to go to extremes, didn't he. It's not just that he brought a gong along - not even a cymbal. It's the fact he went to all the trouble of oiling up to bash it. Songs of Praise this was not.
Gongman from VCI Classic Films