I don't know whether it was the plate-juggling, or the chickens, or the way the Eternal Flame was reprogrammed to belch flame in random directions, or the urchins who shouted out deep comments from the works of Steve Chalke. But something wasn't right.
One of the sword-dancers said to me afterwards that he'd not been able to focus on God. Felt distracted, somehow.
Perhaps we could lose the Ferris wheel?