Saturday 30 June 2018

David and Jonathan : The Final Reckoning

Every since we agreed that we're going to be looking at 2 Samuel 1 tomorrow, the big row in the Beaker Folk has been what we can conclude about the relationship of David and Jonathan. In one corner we have the people who are convinced they were actual lovers. In the second corner, those who think they might have been if they weren't trapped in a patriarchal environment where David was instead forced to have dozens of wives and concubines.

And there's the third corner, for those people who just think they were good mates and David was in a bit of a "I really love you, mate" stage after having a few because his old mucker was gone.

Only one way to solve this, in our weird three-cornered environment.

Fight!!!



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Wednesday 27 June 2018

Leadersmithing and Leadership

When I was rude the other week about the title of Eve Poole's book, Leadersmithing, she had a right to be a bit grumpy with me. I could understand that. She'd probably spent hours, late into the night, titlesmithing.

But she was actually very gracious. She sent me a copy of the book. And here's the thing. It's excellent. I'd recommend it to people. In fact I hereby am doing just that.
It's full of brilliant angles, new viewpoints, little tricks for giving yourself insights. Full of illustrations of the way things are or could be. It exudes respect for those that are lead, or coached, or influenced.

Now, as one who mostly uses blackmail and threats, it's not much use in my daily life of Archdruiding. But I'd say it's a great book for other church leaders - maybe more so even than for business leaders. Because in these straitened, Brexity times, the motivational power of "I pay your wages" is still good currency in business. Whereas in church leadership falling back on "this is God's will" just isn't working like it was. If people don't like your version of God's will, others are available.

And don't think, fluffy-bunny-baby-boomer vicar, that you get out of good leadership by playing the "I'm a facilitator/ more of a shoulder to cry on / just a supporter" card. You are chosen, and likely paid, to be a leader - even if what you're actually trying to say is that you have no vision or charisma.

Because leadership is about people, and people are - in their dreams, their motivations, their ambitions - spiritual - this book is also shot through with a thread of spirituality. The word "love" comes up, and is used, I think, in a way that is deeply aligned to the Christian concept of love.

All of which brings me onto Eamonn Duffy's "The Voices of Morebath": the story of a tiny Somerset village, from the Catholic days of Henry VIII to Elizabeth's time. So through Henry's reformation, the thoroughgoing Protestantism of Edward VI's reign, the short-lived reaction under Mary and the pendulum swing back to what only a Calvinist could think a via media.

The history is told through the chronicles of the priest, Sir Christopher Trychay. And through him we hear the arguments, responsibility and sheer faithfulness of that community. We see the colour of the pre-Reformation worship. And we see the rather denuded, much more secular nature of the community after the Reformation. Duffy is not a neutral observer.  But even making allowances for that, it's hard not to feel regret at the civic religion that is left by the end, when Sir Christopher is buried in the chancel - between where the old high altar was and where the communion table, by order of Her Majesty, was placed.

Through it all, even when paying the fees for an expedition in rebellion, Sir Christopher was faithful to God, his people and his calling. By turns encouraging, inspiring and nagging, there doesn't seem to be any tool in the box that he wouldn't use. A true leader. May he rest in peace and rise in glory.


Monday 25 June 2018

Ordination Leaping : The Human Cost

Over the recent course of Petertide ordinations, many controversies have wracked the Social Media side of the Church of England. Some, for instance, have wondered how come Petertide ordinations take place on St John the Baptist's Day. Some wonder why it's called Petertide when the actual feast is Peter and Paul.

And some have regarded this blog's view on leaping ordinands as miserable, curmudgeonly and lacking in joy.

Well consider. Many of these clergy are not the youngest people. OK, they're likely going to be the youngest in their congregations. But it's all relative. It is only today, from doctors' surgeries around England, that the full list of injuries is coming in.

Revd Doreen Lambswool, new deacon of the Cheesemill Benefice, has been put down for a hip operation after landing awkwardly on a cobble.

Revd Broderick Bartholomew, of the Shallowgrave Benefice, copped an episcopal mitre to the ear and has balance problems.

Revd Chester Leicester, of Cirencester, is sporting an  eye patch in liturgical colours after an unfortunate dabbing accident.

Fr Chesney Welderson, of Upper Grateswell, has irritated his gout and gave his new-priestly blessings from his bath chair. Fr Chesney is very much of the old school.

Rambert Martyrson, an innocent worshipper at St Baldwin's Cathedral, Bloghampton, unfortunately wandered into the path of a leaping curate in the cathedral grounds and may never play the mouth organ again. To be fair, nobody really knows why he was playing the mouth organ at the time.

Revd Malfoy Plunckett slipped a disc doing a "Superman" impression and is horizontal for the next fortnight. Which is, coincidentally, how he spent every weekend on his training course. In bed by 4am and never at Morning Prayer, that was old Malfoy.

The Bishop of Bloghampton himself is suffering from a crumpled mitre after jumping in the air under the archway to the cathedral close.

In  other news, Revd Chas Smashley of South Bilgewater was determined not to indulge in all this frivolity. Unfortunately the wind changed during his official ordination photograph, and he is destined to go around, looking like Kenneth Williams detecting a bad smell, forever.



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Saturday 23 June 2018

St John's Eve

The Beaker Fertility Folk are busy preparing for tonight's celebrations.

You may be aware that, on Midsummer Night, the Fertility Folk head out into the woods, there to indulge in their fertility frolics until the dawn, in the manner popularised by Dr Fitzpiers and Suke Damson in "The Woodlanders".

However, they've been at this kind of thing a long time now. And, in the words of the bard Fred Wedlock, these days it takes them all night to do what they used to do all night.

So instead of love potions it's Deep Heat, Ibuprofen, woolly pullies and thermos flasks of strong coffee. The smell of liniment will be strong on Aspley Heath tonight.



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Friday 22 June 2018

A Message for all Soon-to-be Ordained

Every year at Petertide and, to a degree, at Michaelmas, the Church of England ordains its new deacons and priests.

And I would like to share a message with the soon-to-be-ordained. It's a message that draws from the deep wells of Christian tradition. It's a message that, I hope, will see them through those tricky early times - a mixture of hope, excitement and confusion - after ordination. It's also a message that I have passed on before. And it's this.

Stop bloody jumping in the air in photographs. You're not 18, you're not in the Telegraph and you've not just got three As at A Level.

Thank you for listening.


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Liturgy for the Day After Summer Solstice

Archdruid: Nights are drawing in.

All: Soon be Christmas.




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Thursday 21 June 2018

When Badgers Collide

I'd really like to apologise for this afternoon's events.

It was like this. Unlike most of my idle shower of sheep, I was up quite literally with the dawn today to celebrate the Solstice Sunrise. Very much the zenith of the Beaker year. Except in a literal sense, as the zenith would be 1pm.

Still, I digress. After the sunrise we had a traditional Beaker solstice breakfast of crystallised honey. And then the elevenses of flying saucer sweets that we have every summer solstice.

I guess my blood sugar crashed this afternoon. As it was halfway through our seminar on "The Spirituality of Badgers" that I started screaming "The evil black and white monsters! They'll steal your souls! They'll steal your souls."

And I started to wonder why we ever even organised a seminar on "The Spirituality of Badgers".

It was only this evening, after three hours of fitful, nightmare-filled sleep, that I realised. That seminar was for a bunch of local councillors, on considerations in school religious provisions in a pluralist faith environment. Nothing to do with badgers at all.

I thought the badgers had looked a bit taken aback.



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Summer Solstice

Beaker Folk assemble, disshevelled, as befits the hour

Hymn: Here Comes the Sun

Archdruid: Behold the sun at its rising!

All: Resplendent in glory!

Charlii: Well, it's not really up yet.

Archdruid: Well it should be. Hnaef, what's the time by the Executive Assistant Archdruidical Sundial?

Hnaef: I don't know. The sun's not really up yet.

Archdruid: I suppose it's that bit of a hill. I knew we should have done this in Big Meadow, not Lower Field.

Ted: Needs draining, Archdruid.

Archdruid: Thank you, Ted.

All: Look! There it is!

Archdruid: Behold the Sun at its rising!

All: Resplendent in glory!

Charlii: No, that's the lights on Keith's Land Rover.

Archdruid: Are we facing in the right direction?

Hnaef: North-West isn't it?

Archdruid: North-East.

Hnaef: Oh look! Yes!

Archdruid: Behold the Sun at its rising!

All: Resplendent in glory!

Bernie: No, I've left the grill on...

Hymn: Ashes to ashes.

Elves, Pokémon and nymphs fill the glade. A hamadryad tries to chat up a a coy sycamore. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn wanders in late, and throws his pipes at Hern the Hunter. Old England stirs stage right, and dreams of empire.



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Wednesday 20 June 2018

Solstice Eve

Can all Beaker Folk note that the dawn is at twenty past 4 tomorrow morning.  I realise that this means most of you will be getting up about 9 and checking your Twitter timeline to see what it looked like.

But there's a primal earthiness, a moment when nature stands still, a certain hush as the sun rises mistily on a solstice morning.

So you will no doubt all be able to look forward to it in December. You'll just have to take my word for it for now.



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Tuesday 19 June 2018

Immigrant

You ran from oppression
Crossed the baking sand
Found your own safety
In an alien land.

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

And you found a haven
In that far-off place
Shielded and welcomed
By a foreign race.

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

Fled here as a stranger
Ran in hope and fear
What kind of welcome
Shall this child find here?

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

Now torn from my mother
Caged in a free land
Immigrant Jesus, 
Come and take my hand. 

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

Sunday 17 June 2018

Vicky Beeching

Let's be clear. Bishops didn't "allegedly" warn Vicky Beeching that she couldn't be a priest if she wasn't celibate. This is the link - it's the Daily Mail. Appropriate warnings. Especially, don't stray below the line. We've lost too many good people that way. And don't look at the bods of young people who are surprisingly sexy. That's how they lure you into Brexit and casual racism. And be warned there's now so many ads on that site that your browser probably won't load. Still, one day a new editor is going to be there. And then the voice of the turtle will be heard in the land.

I digress. Vicky Beeching. She can't be a priest and openly non-celibate. Because she's gay. And the C of E won't allow that. It's not some secretive warning. It's the truth.

I once described to a friend of mine the situation within the C of E whereby you can be a priest, and gay, as long as you're celibate. And she asked the very reasonable question, "why don't they just lie?"

And the answer is, because this religion - the religion that tries to follow Jesus - is about truth. Jesus is the truth, we believe. So how could you live a lie?

So how, as a Church, could you live a lie that says that people can be priests as long as they don't let on that secretly they're having sex with their civil partners? How could you, as the church that believes in the Man who is Truth, expect people to live a lie to their very beings? How can you say to people - we recognise who you are. And you've very kindly agreed that, despite the fact you are who you are, you aren't going to act like who you are, because that will upset somebody. And we - a denomination that was founded at a time when people were being burnt for what they believe, or - if on the other side - castrated and disembowelled - above all else, we don't want to upset somebody?

I pray Vicky Beeching is one day a priest in the Church of England. Not because of her sexuality. But because - from what I've seen of her on many occasions - she'd make a bloody good priest. A priest who is strong on theology, and on caring. Who understands people who are oppressed. Who understands what it is to be silenced and silenced. Who, in short, represents the people that God loves most. And can also put her love of Christ into powerful words. What's not to like there?

I've no idea whether Vicky Beeching would get through an Anglican BAP. Like most things in the C of E it's too weird to understand. It might turn out she had unresolved issues with her teddy when she was a child, or was too talented and brilliant and the bishop might feel disheartened - both apparently the kind of reason you might be told "not now". But she should have the chance. Whether her chosen partner is male or female is irrelevant. She's made in the image of God. And she's brilliant.



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The Church of Unchanging Novelty

Philip Welsh in the Church Times laments the à la carte nature of church service leaflets and harks back to the good old table d'hôte of the Book of Common Prayer.

In some respects, of course, Philip is a little behind the times. With PowerPoint and a data projector, who needs service sheets? All the hours parish administrators apparently spend  wrangling with photocopiers and printers (or Banda sets for particularly traditional go-ahead liberals) can be transferred to the clergy, fighting to get the liturgy properly formatted as they copy 'n' paste from PDF to PowerPoint or, for those that like telling The Man to do one, Open Office.

But once you've got the text on the electronic page, what joyful wonders are available to you in the creative use of transitions! Responses can swoop in from stage left, just in time to be said. Glorias can shimmer in golden lettering before dancing off into the distance. The letters of the confession can catch holy fire, before they crumble into dust as the words of the absolution are intoned. You can unveil the liturgy word by word - or even letter by letter. The congregation need never know what they're going to say, literally until they say it. What an adventure. What an exercise of trust in the minister. I mean, God.

No two services need ever be similar, let alone identical. A few macros, and the diligent clergy can have entire sections converted into Swahili, Urdu or Creole - even as the congregation is halfway through a sentence. The Eucharist Preface can be crowd-sourced during the sermon. At least it gives the congregation something to think about.

If you're wondering why you might want to do this, can I refer you to the Revelation of John the Divine:

Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under its wings. Day and night they never stop saying:
“‘Holy, holy, holy
is the Lord God Almighty,’
who was, and is, and is to come.”
Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to him who sits on the throne and who lives for ever and ever,  the twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne and worship him who lives for ever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say:
 “You are worthy, our Lord and God,
    to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
    and by your will they were created
    and have their being.”

So heavenly worship is that.

Forever.

Best get the novelty in now.

Anyone for tea lights?

Thursday 14 June 2018

All the Runners Run, And all Receive the Prize

Shocked to read about the parents demanding results be overturned on the basis of phone-recorded evidence. To the point where even non-hippy-dippy-pinko-liberal schools are ceasing competitive sports day.

I've previously set the Little Pebbles Academy and Playschool up with complete VAR to ensure all results are scrupulously fair. But that wasn't enough. I still had parents whinging that little Salmonella had a spot on the day of the race, or young Ginseng in Year 2 was slow because little Pisco had looked at him strange.

So I'm glad to announce the Little Pebbles Virtual Reality Sports Day. For a mere 50 quid, you can ensure that your tiny Grimble-Gromble or Twoflower has left all competitors trailing in the dust. And through the magic of VR, and a bit of hacking by Young Keith, we can email you an mp4 of the triumph.

In many ways I feel like I am making both anti-competitive liberals happy at the same time. All have won. And, for a reasonable contribution, all will have prizes.

Tuesday 12 June 2018

Beer and Schisms

Discussion on the Facebook page, "Our Town Ain't as Nice as it Used to Be", about that old favourite pub of indefinite location, the "Earl of Cheeseborough".

The "Cheesey", many years ago, was the scene of an ill-fated attempt by the local Council of Churches to hold an ecumenical Beer and Hymns one summer Tuesday.

Of course it was all terribly badly conceived. The pool team were playing away that week. So our attempt at "mission" was a bunch of Christians, sipping orange juices, and singing "Just as I am" at each other. Except the Anglicans on gin and the Catholics, on Guinness.

The landlord, Brevard Swinton-Channing was the only non-Christian in the place. Which was ironic as, through his family connections, he was the Patron of St Lymeswold's, the local C of E.

Still, we had some cheap entertainment when a Pentecostal pastor somehow managed to believe that absinthe and Lucozade was an isotonic sports drink. He ended up on the pool table, telling Akela from 2nd St Lymeswold's Cubs to come and have a go if she was hard enough.

Turned out she was.

The pool team wandered back from a victory at the Bridge Inn about closing time, intending to have a quick celebratory pint. Instead the place was surrounded by police while Akela was throwing darts at anyone who wanted to start anything. Brevard, normally a landlord who didn't suffer trouble lightly - he kept a chainsaw under the bar for if there were trouble - locked himself in the cellar.

Anyway. A police negotiator eventually calmed Akela down by reminding her she was opening up for the bowls club in the morning. They removed  the Pentecostal leader from the contraceptive machine she'd bashed over his head. And we agreed we'd probably not do it again until Christmas.

Saturday 9 June 2018

Father Giles Will be With You Soon

"Are you comfortable? Lovely. I'm sorry we can't do anything about the actual infection.  But I'll give you some morphine to stop you screaming.

"The good news is Father Giles with be with you soon. Yes. That Father Giles. The former leader of the Home Party. Aren't we lucky to have him?

"Yes, once his work in politics he was done, he went back to ministry. And chaplaincy was the natural place, what with the way the long-term illnesses have increased. We have to be so careful with infection since antibiotic resistance became a crisis. But then, of course, you know that don't you. That's why you're here.

"Yes. there are some fantastic new anti-bacterial medicines on the market. But the NHS can't afford them. They've all been developed abroad, since the great Medical Research Purge. Most researches were privately funded anyway, but after Brexit they all went to Germany. And the tariffs are hideous. Still, we showed them, walking out without a deal like that.

"And I'm sorry, but we can't amputate. Even if we did, we couldn't guarantee any drug to stop re-infection. And as it happens there's a huge queue for operations. Ever since we made immigration dependent upon the immigrants' needs rather than abilities, oddly enough we have no foreign doctors. Not even the old-fashioned Scottish ones, since English Independence. They're much happier getting jobs in Europe. Still, at least we can rename the country now it's just us. I think "Home-Land" sounds quite cheery, don't you?

"But the good news is there are lots and lots of nurses! Well we had to find something for everyone to do, with no private sector jobs except hedge funds, all the chain stores limited to 4 per region. and the housebuilding boom now complete. Mind you, not so many hedge funds now they've gone to Zurich to avoid the Robin Hood tax.

"Dinner? Oh, it's turnip soup and bread. Yes I know it was that yesterday. But what with the lack of farming subsidies and the rewilding, and setting aside those lovely new chases for the Vicars' Hunts. that's really all we can afford these days.

"Where do you - I should say - did you live?

"Oh, Fraserfield. That's a lovely new city. All those wonderful concrete houses, all looking exactly the same. Father Giles has a lovely vicarage just outside there I believe. He says the place has vastly improved. It all used to be boring fields and fells and lakes up here in Cumbria, and now it looks  just like Tooting. I think it's fair to say we're all racinated metropolitans now.

"The Internet? No, sorry. It doesn't work on Sundays. If we let you on there you might buy something and that would never do, would it?

"Looks like the morphine is kicking in. Just lie there quiet now. Father Giles will be with you soon."



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Thursday 7 June 2018

A Difficult Discernment

"Penelope. You wanted to see me?"

Jack was older than she remembered him, of course. It had been four years. Four years in which their marriage - ten years, two children, three Newfoundlands and an orphaned squirrel - had seemed to withdraw like the tide from the shore. She looked at the man she had loved, and realised she felt something more like pity than hatred now.

"If it's about the child support, I'm up to date aren't I?"

"Oh yes. You're utterly reliable. Utterly predictable. As ever."

A frown moved across his face. He was not unintelligent. He had just never really understood her.

"Jack, I'm being considered to be a priest."

"Well, that's lovely. And how does that go? Do you have to be interviewed"

"Well, there's all sorts. Interviews. And meetings and reflections. And then a BAP."

"A what?"

"Don't ask. It's just terrible. But before I complete the process, they want to look into how we broke up."

"And you think your behaviour may cause... problems?"

"Yes. They seem to think that if one is to be a priest, then one must avoid the possibility of scandal. And it is true that I was unfaithful to you, and then left with Tony."

"Yes. Yes. All forgiven now on my part, of course. I can see the long hours and... "

"You've not changed."

"OK. And are the kids here?

"At my mother's."

"And Tony around?"

"No. He's away in London. Cup of tea?"

She poured.

"Tea pot? Not a bag in the cup these days?" he asked.

"A proper tea set. And a decent gin. You want to be in the Church of England, you fit in."

"Oh yes. Earl Grey. Nice."

They sipped their tea for a moment.

"You see the thing is, Jack, I need you to do something for me."

"Well, if I can. What is it?"

"I need you to die."

"I'm sorry?"

"Look it's very simple. I need to marry Tony. And if I'm a divorcee when I marry, then they will be checking. Finding out what went wrong. They're terrible."

"No-one expects the Anglican Inquisition?"

"Is that one of those Monty Python jokes?"

"Sorry. I was nervous. You said something about me needing to die."

"That's right. If I'm a widow when I marry Tony, it's just one of those things. He comforted me in my hour of need. That sort of thing. But I can't keep pretending he's not living here much longer. The DDO has spies all over the place."

"But I can't just die, Penelope. It doesn't work like that."

"I know. That's why I put the poison in your tea."

"You what? I don't believe you. How... why?"

"Look it's very simple, Jack. I want to be a vicar and tell everyone that God loves them and go around loving everybody and being in a servant ministry. And the only way I can do that is if I kill you. I'm sorry. You're only boring. That's not a sin. I suppose it is I that have the black heart. But you're an obstacle in my path to a mitre. So I've no choice. Goodbye, Jack."

He slumped in his chair. She swiftly texted. Five minutes later, in came Jeb, the church warden and part-time grave-digger.

"Terrible accident in his car, Miss Penny?"

"Yes please, Jeb. And make sure it goes on fire."

"Not a problem, Miss Penny. And, Miss Penny?"

"Yes Jeb?"

"You'll make a great vicar."

"Thank you Jeb."



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Tuesday 5 June 2018

St Boniface and Donar's Oak: an Apology

I note that today is St Boniface's Day. An Englishman who went to the Germans under the patronage of Charles Martel and converted many people in what is now the Netherlands and Germany.

Of course the only right thing to do with history is judge it in the light of modern views. Therefore I would like, on behalf of my late compatriot, to apologize to the late German former Pagans. The cutting down of Donar's Oak, knowing he had the protection of a mighty Frankish king, was an imperialist act. Basically he was saying that the biggest king had the best god.

It also flies in the face of our post-modern approach to inter-faith dialogue. What Boniface should have done, over mead and biscuits, was congratulate the Germans for their fine oak tree. Suggested that although live sacrifices aren't for everyone, they are in a very real sense a means of touching the divine. And asked if he could have some of the acorns, for this really cool meditation he was planning at Forest Kirk.

There's obviously not much, after all this time, we can do to make amends. But at our Filling up of Beakers this evening we'll be planting acorns in a ritual act of solidarity with those German converts. And in 50 years time, when the world has turned again, maybe one of my descendants will chop them down to build a new Moot House.

Monday 4 June 2018

Our Town Ain't as Nice as it Used to Be

I have previously (somewhere to be found) floated the idea of a Facebook page for all the people that complain their towns aren't as nice as they used to be.

On this site, everyone could come together to agree that the market is useless, the parking is expensive, the Harrods has become a charity shop and what are they council doing about illegal fly tipping?

And the good news is, the council will never do anything about it. Because this town, although in a sense it is everywhere, doesn't really exist.

Beaker Folk everywhere, I present to you "Our Town Ain't as Nice as it Used to Be". I hope you enjoy it.



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Saturday 2 June 2018

Nativity of Thomas Hardy (1840)

1st Yokel: I see it's that Thomas Hardy's birthday again.

2nd Yokel: Funny. I thought that were last year.

1Y: Same every year. The seasons do circle round, 'tis true.

2Y: And is he having a party, Jan Coggan?

1Y: He's dead.

2Y: Probably not, then.

1Y: Dead and gone, as we all shall be.

2Y: Shall us to the Quiet Woman, the King's Arms or the Dree Mariners, to drink a pretty drop o' tipple to his memory?

1Y: Fie on thee for a pagan, Christian Cantle. 'Tis before 9 o' the morning, by Casterbridge clock.

2Y: 'Tis true.

1Y: 'Tis.

2Y: We'll just have to stay here in Wetherspoons.



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Friday 1 June 2018

Service for National Fish and Chip Day

Hymn: Oh cod, our hope in ages past

Archdruid: Can we have kippers for breakfast

All: Moggy dear, Moggy dear.

Archdruid: What's that flapping in the back row of the quire?

Quire: Basses.

Archdruid: Well, they've had their chips.

Quire: They wanted to sing some "metal" hymns.

Archdruid: OK maybe they're rock salmon?

Hymn: There's a plaice, where the streets shine

Archdruid: My friend Syd ran a mission for fishers of the species Anguilla Anguilla

All: We can see what's coming....

Archdruid: It was an eeling ministry.

Tumbleweed blows across the Moot House

Hymn: Come and do the Conger

Reading: Jonah and the Whale

All: FISH!!!!!

Archdruid: Seriously?

All: It's what it says.

A tonsured person brings the Holy Ants Eggs to the Worship Focus (a fish bowl)

Archdruid: Is that a monkfish?

All: No. He's a fryer.

Hymn: Tell out, my sole

Archdruid: My pet fish is black and white and has only 7 scales.

All: No. Surely not.

Archdruid: It's a piano tuna.

Hymn: Hark what a sound, and too divine for herring

Dismissal

Archdruid: Go in plaice.

All: The Mackerel's ended.



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