Thursday, 15 February 2018

British Plastics Federation Calls for a Church of England-Free Lent

No, they don't.  Obviously. Although who knew the British Plastics Federation exists? But who couldn't love a website that has a "Polymer Zone" and a "Plastipedia"? Although both sound like the kind of places priests swear blind they accidentally wandered into during a day out in London.

But today I am interested in the Church of England's advice on a "Plastic Free Lent" - expressed as a Lent Calendar. Let's all go fisking shall we?

It's not that reducing plastic is a bad idea. Microbeads - dreadful things. Plastic bag charges - brilliant. But.

"Carry your own non-plastic cutlery" - that's what Young Keith was doing that time he got arrested in Hackney. Saying you're just off to a bring and share doesn't cut it when you've a quiche knife in your "bag for life", I can tell you.

 "Choose milk in returnable glass bottles Many areas have local dairies that provides milk in
returnable glass bottles rather than plastic or plastic coated cardboard." Tell you what would be handy - telling us which areas. Which local dairies are these? I presume that the Church of England is thinking of those local dairies in the 1970s.

"Request takeaways use your container instead of their disposable one." - Because there's nothing the local Chinese needs on a busy Saturday night more than some environment-saving vicar turning up with their family heirloom Lazy Susan and requesting that the Sweet and Sour Chicken, Satay Pork, Crispy Beef and Vegan Tofu be kept strictly separate.

"Use a bamboo toothbrush or a toothbrush with recyclable heads and try to find dental floss that doesn’t come in plastic packaging." A bamboo toothbrush can be found online for £1.44. For 5p more you can get a four-pack from Superdrug.  Apparently there's a rumour the Church of England is Middle Class. Now I'm thinking we need to check Anglican's teeth, as they save up for the next toothbrush.

"Look around your kitchen and see what plastics you can replace Use a dish brush with a wooden handle and compostable bristles." Now I'm sorry. First up - what the hell is a dish brush? What Beatrix Potter story was one of those last used in? And more importantly - if you look around your kitchen and there are plastics there, bloody use them as long as you possibly can. I'm not sure what Ritual of Disposing of Perfectly Good Plastic Tools the good old C of E is planning to publish, but you can be sure that it will be less environmentally friendly than keeping the perfectly good things you already own until they're worn out.

"Use a blender made of glass If you find yourself needing to purchase a new blender in the future, try and go for a glass alternative if possible."  - See, this is where the whole "Calendar" concept falls apart. It's odd enough setting aside the 5th of March as the date to throw away all your plastic cooking implements. But this is the advice for the 7th.  What are the chances that your (plastic) blender will give up the ghost on that specific day? And what are the chances that, if it doesn't, you will remember when if finally does in 4 years or whatever? And - the killer this - what happens if on the 5th of March when you looked around your kitchen to dispose of all plastic items, you saw the plastic blender then and replaced it with a wooden dish brush? What good is the advice on the 7th March then, eh?

"Do you use disposable cups at church? Can you encourage people to bring their own mug?" - Well no.  But then, if you've ever purchased Woodsware Beryl, it's indestructible anyway.

"Do you have old clothes and shoes that you never wear because they don’t fit or are out
of style? Take them to a tailor or cobbler for alteration."  Tell you what, the bloke in Timpson nearly died laughing, before he threw me out. But the good news is, I found a cobbler. Unfortunately, it was in Thomas Hardy's novel, "Under the Greenwood Tree". 

"Buy second-hand plastic-free furniture" -  better still, buy second-hand plastic furniture. That way it won't go in landfill.

"Avoid plastic pens and giveaways Try using a refillable fountain pen or pencils." - Or best of all, a quill. Quills are natural, compostable and easily obtained by grabbing the backside of a passing goose or other poultry.  

"Avoid the Mini bar snacks and drinks Not only incredibly expensive but they all come in plastic packages or bottles. Even if you can’t avoid plastic entirely, you can resist single serving sizes." Too right. They're terribly unsatisfying. Buy the full-size. But even then, thanks to shrinkflation, you may need two.

"Put a “No Junk Mail” sticker on your letterbox This will reduce the number of letters with plastic windows. It will also reduce your paper waste."   It will also put the poor soul delivering it out of a job. But don't worry because they'll have company in the dole queue...

"Try and cook as much as possible from scratch and take your own sandwiches and snacks when you go out." - Which if nothing else is a good way of putting the people at the Chinese out of business when they refuse to serve your take away onto the Beryl plates you brought along to pick up your takeaway.

" Don’t buy new CDs and DVDs Stream or download music, shows, and films online or borrow them from the library or friends."  They don't actually mention that if you want the music permanently in these circumstances, the trick is to rip the disks you borrowed off your mates. But I'm sure the C of E won't be too upset. After all, why worry about putting musicians and actors out of work? It'll give the people from the takeaway and the junk-mail deliverer somebody to talk to while they're waiting to sign on.

So the good news is that the advice doesn't give the impression that the Church of England is a bunch of middle-class do-gooders that live in a different century. Oh, wait. Sorry I mean - it does, doesn't it?




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Wednesday, 14 February 2018

A Poem for Valentine's Ash Wednesday

Roses are red, you said.

Soon we will all be dead, I said.

(c) Melissa Sparrow (Mrs), Grilsby-on-the-Hill 



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Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Loo-ever Wishes: the Saga of Wotton-on-the-Edge

Look, I've been busy. I'm a working druid and I've been off on an ecumenical visit to the Sheep-Worshippers of Wensleydale. Which is a heck of a commute.

Especially when you congratulate the Head Herdsperson on the lovely picture of a Wensleydale Sheep in the lobby of the Sacred Sheepfold. And she tells you that's actually Rowan Williams when he visited a few years back. Embarrasing.
Shepherd

Sheep
But understandable.  Anyway. The thing I've not been blogging about all day.  Very important. All over the news. And Twitter. They've done all the jokes already.

No, not the news about the way the Government has put its foreign aid and mental health services off-balance-sheep. Sorry. Off-balance-sheet. Thus making it the client of a bunch of charities that should be independent, friendly critics. And a poor custodian over the sort of bodies that should be scrutinised.

No. The toilets at Wotton-Under-Edge Church.

The thing is, someone who is - as one might say - closely linked to this blog has published a book called "Writes of the Church". Which has many, many, spoof letters to my friend Nathan's church magazine.

Copyright precludes that I should quote too much. But let us just say that the esteemed Major J Dumpling, of Tremlett, complains in the book that the toilets the vicar is proposing to have built in the church are unnecessary. In James's words, in his day they just used to go in the graveyard. While his friend Bradley Hadleigh complains that the new children's corner "may attract children".

Well, a few objectors in Wotton-on-the-Edge used both those excuses to complain about the changes. I reckon they've been reading the book.

One, particularly up to date, says that toilets in church are a bit of a fad. I presume he's been running out to go in a ditch since 1963. But you know, to each his own.

Other churches have loos in the building. They're not plagued with smells and unpleasant sounds. Though if they are, I suggest the answer is incense and plenty of bells. But the claim that it's OK the Parish Room has loos isn't a brilliant one.

Not to put too fine a point on it, the church is pretty short of gentlemen and of young people. If you want to make the place welcoming to elderly gentlemen, a toilet within a short distance is a great idea. Not least if that elderly gentleman is leading the service. If having children in church is regarded as a good idea - approved of by Jesus Christ, though not so much by Bradley Hadleigh - then having changing facilities and an easy place to run off when you hear the words "need a poooooooo" is a great idea. And apologies for the use of the phrase "run off", which sounds like what happens if Little Oliver needs to pay a visit, but the church hall toilets are too far away so he ends up doing "it" on a table tomb.

To those who think that a toilet in church is "undignified", there's a door. Helps no end with keeping the unseen from being seen. Meanwhile, has nobody realised that the building is literally surrounded by buried dead people? If that ain't undignified, I don't know what is. Unless it's an octogenarian priest, having staggered (literally) to the end of 1662 Said Communion, getting halfway across the churchyard before realising he'll have to go right on the place where it says "in eternal memory".

And then there's people with disabilities. I presume the toilets in the church will be accessible - because it's the law these days. The ones in the Parish Room?  A disabled person might need someone to accompany them across. It might be raining. Obviously I don't know. But it might be that the Church should just show itself to be bloody welcoming to people for once in its bloody life.

So I wish the incumbent, Robert Axford, well. But now the diocese has approved the change, I hope he doesn't get too carried away. Flushed with success, he may introduce modern worship like "As the Dear Pants". He may be tempted to replace the Book of Common Prayer with the Wee Worship Book.  He may, on the other hand, sit back and just go through the motions. Maybe once a loo has been introduced, he may have to rename the Standing Committee.  We just don't know.

But a toilet in the church? It's  a no-brainer, innit?  Just a word to the wise for visiting speakers. Switch the wireless mike off when you pay a visit.

Pictures from Wikimedia: "Sheep" by Amanda Slater.  "Shepherd":
By Brian from Toronto, Canada - Archbishop of Canterbury, CC BY-SA 2.0, 


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Monday, 12 February 2018

The Sons of Anah

Interesting afternoon today, in amongst the catching up with sleep.

Went down to meet the little-known religious group, the "Sons of Anah".

You all know about Anah, of course. The father of two children - one of whom,  Oholibamah, married Esau.  We are also informed that, while looking after his father Zibeon's donkeys in the desert, he "found the hot springs."

We're not told why this is seen as important. Which is where the "Sons of Anah" fill in the gap.

In their mythology, Anah is a kind of everyperson. He's most noticeable because his second child becomes the third wife of the less important son of Isaac, Esau. So he's kind of mentioned - mentioned repeatedly, actually, in Genesis 36 - but never really does much. He looks after donkeys, and he has a couple of kids. But he mostly is notable, or not, for finding hot springs in the desert.

So to the Sons of Anah, he's like a kind of patron saint of mediocrity. Finding cold springs in the desert would be really useful. Hot springs - probably not so much. In that sense, say the Sons of Anah, he's as one with the rest of us, who plod on - never really do anything spectacular - and depend for their name being preserved on the earth upon their children.

Weirdly, while the Vulgate, and all the other translations say they were hot springs, the King James Version says he found mules in the desert. And some King James believers go further, telling us that Anah actually invented the mule. Or at least, encouraged the invention of the mule by a horse and a donkey.

Which leaves the Sons of Anah to ask themselves - he either invented mules or found hot water in a hot place. His daughter was the third wife of the wife of a widely reviled tribal leader - a kind of Old Testament Melania Trump. He never did anything spectacular - his most useful action being possibly to have invented a cross-bred equine. And yet his name appears nine times in just one chapter of the Bible. He's the one we can all aspire to be. Completely useless, and yet known to God.

But don't listen to their hymns. Oh boy their hymns are dull. And all about mules.



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Blogging Lighter than Normal

Apologies for the lack of blogging lately. I've been a bit caught up with Charlii and Young Keith and the new arrival, Elvis. So quite a lot of time I've been babysitting for little Celestine.

It's Charlii who's got her work cut out the most. What with the crying, the sleepless nights and the endless demands for a drink.

And that's just Young Keith.  Elvis is pretty demanding as well.



Want a good laugh? Want to laugh at the church? Want to be secretly suspicious that the author has been sitting in your church committee meetings taking notes? Then Writes of the Church: Gripes and grumbles of people in the pews is probably the book for you.

From Amazon, Sarum Bookshop, The Bible Readers Fellowship and other good Christian bookshops. An excellent book for your churchgoing friends, relatives or vicar. By the creator of the Beaker Folk.

Thursday, 8 February 2018

Attila the Gobbet

You'd have to have a heart of stone not to feel sorry for Faiz Siddiqui, the lawyer who studied at Brasenose College, and sued the University of Oxford because he says that only getting an Upper Second in his History degree cost him a high-flying career in the Law.

And I've just got the results of the scan back. My heart appears to be pretty much pure flint. So I'm the Archdruid for the job of not feeling sorry for him. Let's go.

After all, it's not like a 2:1 at Brasenose is a bad degree. You could say all the best people got a 2:1 at Brasenose. Toby Young  got a First. So that proves it.

The Daily Mail manages a brilliant article where it clearly doesn't know that an Upper 2nd is a 2:1...
"Mr Siddiqui had claimed 'boring' tuition and staff being on extended sabbatical leave had meant he only got a lower 2:1 instead of the higher upper second or first he was hoping for. "
 But then it also manages to grab off Google Street View a picture of what I think is basically Exeter College, so I don't think they put their Oxford Special Correspondent onto this job.

And you know the problem for Mr Siddiqui now? He's going to be known as the bloke who lost the case that it was his college's fault he's not a very good lawyer. Which is roughly equivalent to advertising himself to future employers as not a very good lawyer.

On the bright side for Mr Siddiqui. A few years before he picked up his Attila, a shiny-faced, entitled youth called David Cameron left Brasenose with a first in Politics, Philisophy and Economics. He went on to prove that, in at least two of those categories, he was useless. So you know. A first ain't everything.



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Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Bloom's Breggsit

The world's most useless Brexiter, Godfrey Bloom, makes his latest attempt for attention with this ridiculous tweet:


So on this occasion I've been drawn in. May as well get the "War on Easter" story in before Ash Wednesday, so we can concentrate on the War on Christmas during Lent.

So what's wrong with it? Just about everything.

Let's look at Cadbury's "Quaker roots". First up, they're not owned by Quakers. It's owned by what used to be Kraft. Kraft don't have Quaker Roots. And if they were showing their Quaker roots properly, they might well not celebrate Easter at all. Many early Quakers were adverse to marking such late innovations into the Christian calendar as Easter.

Cadbury's are, as you might imagine, focusing on something non-Easterish at the moment. A Valentine's Day gift. Valentine, you may remember, is a Christian saint.



But don't worry. They're getting ready to sell some eggs without mentioning Easter at all.  At all.  For instance, this collection which has no mention of eggs....


Or this "bunny basket" with absolutely no mention of the Easter Bunny. That famous participant in the Biblical Easter Story.


And don't even get me started on this collection of eggs that absolutely doesn't have "Happy Easter" on the box.


And Thornton's? A proper British company in the sense that it's loss making. A family company in that it is owned by Signor Giovanni Ferrero. An Italian. But very much part of a family firm. An Italian family. So buy Thornton's Easter Eggs and put your money into Italian profits. As I say. The world's most useless Brexiter.

I dunno about you. But I'm a bit peckish now.  I'd best have an Easter Egg.  If only I knew of a company that sells them.



Want a good laugh? Want to laugh at the church? Want to be secretly suspicious that the author has been sitting in your church committee meetings taking notes? Then Writes of the Church: Gripes and grumbles of people in the pews is probably the book for you.

From Amazon, Sarum Bookshop, The Bible Readers Fellowship and other good Christian bookshops. An excellent book for your churchgoing friends, relatives or vicar. By the creator of the Beaker Folk.

Monday, 5 February 2018

A House (of Bishops) in the Country

Jude Smith responds to a suggestion from the Bishop of Burnley by suggesting that the Church of England converts Church House to affordable housing, and moves its administration out to the North.

In many ways the perfect Anglican idea. Outwardly virtuous, utterly impractical and with significant damage for the people who work for the Church.

The issues are pretty simple really. First up, it's Grade 2 listed. Now, you can do some fairly radical stuff to Grade 2 listed buildings. But I can't see those gorgeous staircases and that debating hall going. So not exactly using it to its full potential.

Then, it's facilities are currently rented out as a conference centre when Synod ain't in session (as it normally isn't). So it's making some money for the Church. It's in Westminster so it' going to be charging plenty more as the day rates than it would have to beg for if it moved to Castleford. And Cass already has a Nando's and an indoor ski slope, so it probably doesn't need a load of retired Anglicans turning up every six months and clogging up the 'Spoons.

And then, there's people work in Church House. Now, I'm no expert on the sorts of people that work there. Apart from the one who gave me a dirty look when I tried to get into the Visitor's Gallery in my best druidic hi vis. But how many of those will have been north of Watford, let alone the unrelated Gap? They'll have families and mortgages all over the London hinterland. And while it's easy for a vicarage-dwelling unmarried man like Bishop Phil to make the move from Camden to Burnley - it's not so much when you're on a mortgage in Purley and your other half is a financial accountant in the Isle of Dogs. Just imagine the press if the Good Old C of E starts making people redundant because they don't feel called to break up their families.

So no, sounds great. Very virtuous. Very virtuous indeed. But the people asking for the virtue ain't gonna be the ones making the sacrifices. So feel free to recommend an office block in Kentish Town or Holloway or somewhere else accessible to the people who work in Westminster. And if you do it, sell the building as offices. You'll get more money. And then you can provide far more affordable housing in Peckham that way. As the Sage of Peckham himself once said, "You know it makes sense."



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The Incredible Shrinking Chocolate Bar

Spent this evening looking after Celestine while Keith and Charlii have been busy with the new addition, little Elvis.

And you know how it is. A long evening, watching rubbish telly and keeping a toddler entertained. Especially when, like Celestine, she's asking questions about whether Monarchian Modalism is the same as Sabellianism.

So naturally - you hit the chocolate. I assumed that Keith and Charlii had put in a supply of "fun size" chocolate bars. Until I realised that is the size that full-size bars of chocolate are now.

Now my memory may be playing me tricks. But I'm pretty sure that in the past, Wagon Wheels were wider than the average human mouth. Certainly they weren't so small you could put three in at once, were they? Although I admit that, after 4 hours of "Mr Tumble", I was in need of some comfort food.

Yorkies the same. In the old days, a Yorkie had 6 chunks and you couldn't even bite through it. When I was a kid, they brought out an even bigger bar that was allegedly big enough for "the driver and his mate." I'm not sure what his mate wanted from it. But I guess that with that "not for girls" slogan, there was something terribly homoerotic about the whole thing. Either way - those big bars, if dropped out of a lorry window, were big enough to block the M1 for days.

And Mars Bars.  I remember when, if you bought a Mars Bar home, you needed someone with a red flag walking in front of you. These days you have to put them under an electron microscope even to see them.

But you know what's really got my goat? The Maltesers. Am I imagining it, or in the old days did the competitors in "World's Strongest Man" have a task of lifting Maltesers onto pillars?  These days you don't even have to cut them in half to eat them.

I tell you. Chocolate ain't the same these days. Or is it just me?



Want a good laugh? Want to laugh at the church? Want to be secretly suspicious that the author has been sitting in your church committee meetings taking notes? Then Writes of the Church: Gripes and grumbles of people in the pews is probably the book for you.

From Amazon, Sarum Bookshop, The Bible Readers Fellowship and other good Christian bookshops. An excellent book for your churchgoing friends, relatives or vicar. By the creator of the Beaker Folk.

Friday, 2 February 2018

Imbolc / Groundhog Day

A sad Imbolc as we remembered our former Groundhog.

In years gone by, the savage Earless Beaker Bunny would come out, see whether her shadow was visible, savage someone's ankle and then go back into her hutch. But no more.
Former Groundhog

So we had to find an alternative. Sure, we messed around by asking Burton Dasset to stand on the gravel drive. But you know. We needed an unlovely, gormless mammal for the job. And frankly Burton was over-qualified. So we went up the evolutionary ladder, through dormice, wild rabbits and muntjacs.

Just digressing for a moment - did you know there was a British Deer Society? Me neither. But I bet their annual society dinner in the autumn is cracking.

So anyway. We have to report that, in a proper mashup of ancient and modern mythology, we decided to use a lactating ewe.

The real point of the ancient Celtic festival of Imbolc (pronounced "Candlemas") is apparently something to do with lactating ewes. We don't know why. And it's absolutely murder going through a herd of ewes trying to find a lactating one.  As Burton discovered when the farmer set the sheep dogs on him.
Or were they goats?

But the conclusion is clear. The lactating ewe not only couldn't see its shadow. It didn't even look. So we can hereby declare that we have 6 more weeks of winter. Or not. We can't remember. Whatever. It doesn't work anyway, let's face it.



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Epitaph for Nigel the Lonely Gannet

Farewell to Nigel, lonely gannet
the saddest bird upon our planet.
Though odd, and though it sounds absurd
he fell in love with a concrete bird.

He brought her sticks and minnow meat,
dreamed of the patter of concrete feet.
He built a nest, and spoke of love,
wondered why they never soared above

and saw the wonders of the earth
or brought some Readymix eggs to birth.
Instead, till Nigel grew quite old,
she always seemed a little cold.

Now Nigel's served his lonely purpose
and gone to join George, the lonesome tortoise.
To roam the heavenly islands free
with concrete gannet angels by an opal sea.

Men, learn from Nigel's lonely life
His failed attempts to win a wife.
If a woman won't answer to your call
she'd rather you weren't there at all.




Melissa Sparrow (Mrs)





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