Saturday, 30 May 2020

Litany for Watching a Facebook Service Upload on a Saturday Afternoon

Oh how many are my woes
All week long have I worked at this service and sermon
For it is given that for six days shall we labour
working out the best camera angles
wishing we had a proper camera, like unto All Saints Northampton
and not just this Chromebook
which maketh my face look like unto the pumpkin
and my voice to sound even like Kermit which is called the Frog
and splicing musical interludes
and contributions from members of the congregation
into a liturgical tour de force
a performance to make even Angela Tilby proud. 

And I have checked the copyright laws
even for the eighty-third time.
And on the seventh day shall I sit looking at a bar that saith "processing: 40%"
and all day long have I held out my hands 
at the computer screen
saying "How long, O Lord?
"How long shall I be trapped in this study
worrying that if I look not at the screen
the upload shall crash
under the strain of thousands of clergies
all over the world
all uploading their worship at the same time?"

And I think to myself - shall I trust instead unto Zoom?
And I think - probably not after the other week.
I'm not having that happen again.

And so shall I sit and weep
and pour out my tears upon the desk
and wait for the coming of the little red box
on the notification bell
that tells me that my work is complete
and I can enjoy my Sabbath rest
until the emails come in tomorrow
telling me it isn't working.
Surely this will be my life all the days of lockdown
and I shall abide in my study 
looking at the sunshine outside the window
until the summer is gone
and this video is not saved.

Better start again.


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Friday, 29 May 2020

A Site for Sore Eyes

Thanks for all the help we've received from our new Beaker Person, Barnard Castle.

It was a surprise when Barnard pulled up in his camper van, with his wife, Beaumaris, and his young sons, Dudley and Warwick, a week into lockdown. We'd no idea they were coming but apparently they were acting on instinct.

And who'd have thought, at a time like this, that we would be lucky enough to acquire an optometrist! I'm not sure that Barnard's technique is altogether orthodox. But he's right. If people can get round that obstacle course without crashing their cars, there's nothing wrong with their eyesight.

Barnard's clinic will reopen once we've cleared the debris from the drive. Meanwhile Beaumaris is busy writing an article on their experiences here for the Beaker magazine: "Our Lockdown in East Grinstead".

Saturday, 23 May 2020

"Durham Town" (to the tune "Cummings")

I've got to leave old Durham town,
I've got to leave old Durham town.
I've got to leave old Durham town,
Cos this copper says I'm breaking Lockdown.


Boris went down with a cough
Next day I was feeling off
ran down Downing Street and then headed north
Cos we were leaving, leaving, leaving....

I've got to leave old Durham town,
I've got to leave old Durham town.
I've got to leave old Durham town,
Cos this copper says I'm breaking Lockdown.

Driving from the big city
Your rules don't apply to me
Classic Dom does just what he wants
But now we're leaving, leaving, leaving...

I've got to leave old Durham town,
I've got to leave old Durham town.
I've got to leave old Durham town,
Cos this copper says I'm breaking Lockdown.

With apologies to the great great Roger Whittaker.

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Thursday, 21 May 2020

New Beaker Hymn Book Out

When you're locked down, what helps to pass the time away more than tweaking a few words in some old hymns and repackaging them as a whole new concept?

And that's why we're really delighted to announce the launch of our new Beaker hymn book.

Its features include

  • More unnecessary modernisation resulting in terrible rhymes.
  • The complete removal of the word "rapture".
  • Some terrible new songs celebrating God as scientist, astronaut and celebrity chef. 
  • Removing any theology suggestive of penal substitution.
  • Some songs that don't really work about social justice that will probably be really popular with theological courses.
  • The beautiful Christmas carol for the liberal minded, "Snowflake for Jesus (I wanna be a)".
  • No martial images. So "Onward Christian Soldiers" is now "Onward Christian Plumbers". "Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory" now has God's truth "plodding on". And "Stand up for Jesus" now refers to "ye holders of the cross". 

The New Revised Complete Collected Updated Collated Modern Authorised Comprehensive Ancient & Prehistoric Sounds of  Living Pebbles (Anglicised) For a New Generation of Beaker Worship Part III.



Now only £32.17 from the Beaker Online Bazaar. Buy three and get a free pack of tea lights.


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Ascension Day

Can I thank Hnaef for doing his best to keep our liturgical life as normal as possible in these strange times.

Now if anyone has any ideas for a socially-distanced method of getting him off the Great House roof, I'd be really grateful. 


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Monday, 18 May 2020

Safety Fears as Wetherspoons Carpets Dry Out

As the Government attempts to placate Telegraph columnists and offshore trusts by loosening lockdown, new concerns have been raised for the safety, after restrictions have been released for pubs, of the customers of Wetherspoons.

Analysis at a number of Wetherspoons outlets have revealed that, after unseasonably good weather throughout two months of lockdown, their carpets have dried out. This has not happened since the drought of 1976.

"We're really concerned about our customers when they get back in," said red-faced spokesscarecrow Tom Witherspoon. "It's like when Formula 1 teams are trying to pick the right tyres. In effect, the spongy, damp conditions underfoot have meant that our customers have always had plenty of grip. And all of of sudden, it's like they're going to be on slicks. The carpets are now stiff and unforgiving, it's suddenly like playing on a really dry cricket wicket, and we're worried that our customers, unused to the speeds they can now achieve, are going to smash straight into tables and other customers.

"Worst of all, we're worried that if the crusty top surface the carpets have developed gives way when cornering at speed, our customers could end up sprawled headlong on the floor. And without the usual spongy, damp texture, they might do themselves some real injuries instead of just laying there, complaining about Jean-Claude Juncker."

Wetherspoons have been experimenting during closure with dampening down the carpets with water or a thin Marmite solution. But nothing appears to give the same traction as spilling a trail of Ruddles Best nearing its best-before date repeatedly over the famously individual floor coverings. It is really hard to simulate the same adhesive effects as accidentally knocking Swedish cider on the floor.

"It's a really worrying time for our customers," Mr Witherspoon concluded. "It's already been a weird experience for them. Trapped in a thing called "the outside world" during the hours of daylight, and instead of the Germans they've had to blame the Chinese for things going wrong. It's a strange and scary world for our customers at the moment, and if they have to learn how to walk on normal carpets without the assistance of our familiar "walking on the moon" experience, we may see some serious casualties."


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Sunday, 17 May 2020

The 5G conspiracy goes Further Than We Imagine

Brothers and Sisters, you must forgive me for putting up this post on a day of Sabbath rest. But let me explain.

Formerly, before the Government inspired lockdown to control us all so they can microchip us with vaccines made from the horcruxes of Bill Gates, I used to go across to the house of the so-called Archdruid Eileen to post my occasional inspirational messages. But since the Government, to further the interests of the capitalist-lizard-illuminati-vortex has decided that we cannot leave our houses or go within 6 feet of any other human being apart from our awfully wedded spouses and other relatives who live in the same house, this is no longer possible.

Since it is clear that the so-called coronavirus is both non-existent, artificially created by the Chinese in association with the FBI, and caused by 5G radio waves and not a virus at all, Marjorie and I have been living under the lead roof of Bogwulf Chapel. This has protected us from the baleful influence of the 5G waves, but has also meant that we have spent the last two months living on a diet of orange squash, bad coffee, and shortbread biscuits. You will note that we eat only of the shortbread biscuit, the plainest and most godly of the biscuits. We have no truck with the luxurious fleshy indulgences of custard creams or the bourbon.

But today we have returned to the Manse. This is not because we have confidence that the dreadful 5G has been switched off. But rather, we have run out of biscuits. And returning to the Manse, I now have access, when Eileen chooses to switch on the network, to the internet.

Brothers and sisters. I had a vision that I need to share with you. It came to me on the evening of the Lord's Day last week when, having drunk of black coffee made with rainwater and indulged in half a packet of hobnobs - our special treat of a Sunday evening, but only of the plain oatmeal. We eat not of the chocolate-chocolate chip - I had a dream.

In my dream I was lifted up to heaven. And I saw that honest people of all beliefs were coming together to protest against the 5G and the imaginary coronavirus which definitely does not exist, but which it causes. To come together in parks all over these islands, and stand nervously shoulder to shoulder and say "no. We will not tolerate your 5G and we do not believe in the coronavirus which it definitely causes and we demand the right to rub noses with Piers Corbyn in greeting."

And I realised, Brothers and Sisters, that these gatherings are themselves a part of the Master Plan for the Enslavement of the World. For in gathering in parks - without buildings to surround them or roofs over their heads - are not these innocent people not putting themselves at maximum risk of exposure to 5G waves from Elon Musk's satellites above their heads? And in using megaphones to protest - as surely as day follows night, a Corbyn in an open space will use a megaphone - do they not know that these are weapons of mass virus dispersion?

Believe me, Brothers and Sisters. When, in three week's time, these brave people are suffering from catching the imaginary coronavirus, it will not be because they have chosen to protest against the lockdown. It will be because, without his even realising it, Piers Corbyn has been spreading non-existent virus to all his followers through his innocent use of a megaphone, even as they have been bathing accidentally in the rays of the 5G radiation - a whole G more damaging than 4G radiation - and thus causing the virus to spread.  And this was all planned by Barack Obama.

We will not cease from our mental strife to make fools of ourselves. Because we are British. It is our birthright.

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Friday, 15 May 2020

How Social Distancing Will Impact Church of England Seating Arrangements

"UK Churches consider ticketing for after Lockdown"

Before lockdown (A&B are married)

People seated, sparsely, in pews - nobody near the front


After lockdown, with social distancing

Same as the first picture



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Wanna be a Hero

The BBC's "what the papers say" section carries the Daily Mail's striking headline, "Let our teachers be Heroes". Thanks to several people, including Twitter's own Steve Peers, for pointing out that the cuddly image on the Mail front page has been cropped a bit from the original image, removing the black children. Nice work, Daily Mail!
But leaving aside that - no doubt unintended and awkward - bit of photoshopping. The headline is inspired. "Let our teachers be heroes". It's good to aspire to be a hero. Like Achilles, Beowulf, Capt Scott, Joan of Arc, William Wallace for the Scots, or Llywelyn ap Gruffydd for the Welsh. Or Admiral  Nelson or maybe those brave British soldiers at the Somme who...

Sorry. Young Keith just popped over to suggest maybe the Daily Mail was thinking of heroes with a better survival rate. In which case, I suggest the combined editorial teams of the Daily Mail and the Telegraph. All utter front-room  heroes as they sit on the couch in their onesies, knocking up inspirational columns while moaning that Lorraine Kelly is a bit tough to be interviewing Tory ministers. They're much more the sorts of heroes we want.


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Thursday, 14 May 2020

Death by Door Handle

Late edit: I discover I should have credited "Death by Door Handle" as a concept to Dr Bell (National Medical Director’s Clinical Fellow, House of Commons)  who originally coined it. 


A lot of people have been picking up on this article in Christan Today by David Baker. And it's left me scratching my head. It's about the possibility that a minister, by praying or streaming a service alone in church, might have inadvertently killed a load of people by infecting them with Covid19.

Now I'm no big beater of the drum one way or the other about where people choose to stream solo worship from. I've said that streaming from the Moot House would at least mean I didn't have to rearrange my entire living quarters every time i want to lead the Beaker Folk. But if in a local context, a minister and their congregation agree that the minister should stream from the church rather than their luxuriously-appointed library or their hot tub (or their hot tub in the garden) then who am I to tread on their own theology of place? The risk of walking or even driving to a church, opening, leading a service (suitably locked in) and then going home again seem slight to nil.

The example David Baker gives for why there is a risk is a bit of a "parallel universes" one:  that having left the church, the minister leaves Covid19 virus on the door handle. A passing care worker who has presumably forgotten all about there being no private worship in churches, tries the door handle. They go home, develop Covid19, pass it on to the people they care for, and everyone suffers and possibly dies.

But that is just one example of what might have happened. A correspondent has told me that in his road a couple of weeks ago, a succession of domestic CCTV cameras filmed the same man trying the handles of all the cars. What if, instead of walking to church to stream, the minister uses the spare time to drive to the country for recreation, leaves Covid19 virus on the car door handle, and the thief infects everyone in the street? Some might see this as poetic justice for the thief, but everyone else also suffers.

What if, instead of driving the car, the minister decided it was a good time to give it a wash, and a piano fell out of an upstairs window with terrible effects?

What if, instead of going into church, the minister had gone for a walk, brushed against a stem of aquilegia, keck or bindweed, that same unfortunate care worker had brushed against that - having decided that, instead of sitting in church, a nice bit of sunshine might be good - etc etc?

Or what if the minister had washed their hands before unlocking, then again before leaving the church, and left nothing of viral nature on the door handle? What if the care worker, being a care worker and alert to the threats of the outside world, simply washed their hands when they got home? In that case, nothing happens.

And then consider. A door handle in the outside world, probably on a south-facing door that gets the sunshine, is vanishingly low in its risk profile compared to even being ten minutes in someone's breathing, speaking, presence. The transfer from sneeze / cough (I presume the minister has ignored advice, sneezed or coughed into their hand during the streamed service) via hand to door handle to another hand - which is then not washed - would still deliver low levels of virus. Frankly if this case were likely enough to be considered, we should all hide in cellars for the next 10 years to be on the safe side.

And what "journalistic endeavour" could possibly prove that the minister streaming 9 Lessons and Carols  had caused this terrible disaster, and not the care worker sadly picking up the virus from someone they passed in the street, or an asymptomatic family member? I don't believe journalists - who these days mostly seem to earn their money by curating tweets - are going to have the technology to determine that viral RNA is still on the door handle weeks later as the tragedy unfolds.

And one person on their own going into church is not a crowd of US fundamentalists trying to pray the virus away. Not a situation where thousands could catch the virus. I can't imagine that the Archbishops said to themselves "I see that if you put thousands of people into a church all singing their heads off and handling the same snakes then they can spread the virus. Let's not let Father Midge of Ss Mary and Mungo worship all on his own in case he lives in an area of dedicated door handle graspers". More likely they were worried that the priest might make their worshippers feel left out, or they might suffer pressure from people saying "do you mind if I just join you". And they likely didn't realise, given their own backgrounds, just how deeply the places - and the things within them - mattered to some clergy.

Personally, I'd say home was best a few weeks ago when infection rates were much higher - just one less bit of travel for most clergy (not those who more or less live above the shop) and therefore one tiny bit less risk, and I mean tiny. But if the congregation wants it due to their theology of place, then streaming from the building will do no harm. But let's embrace the upside - whether streamed from a church building or a vicarage, or the Methodist minister's garden labyrinth or the Lay Minister's summer house or the bishop's Jacuzzi, this time has enabled many Christians to join in, and to re-learn or learn disciplines in daily prayer. Which will have helped a lot of people's mental health. And may outlast the pandemic.

And don't go grabbing random church door knobs. Or, if you do, please wash your hands. You don't know where the vicar's been.



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Tuesday, 12 May 2020

Summer Solstice Arrangements

It's with regret that, like Stonehenge, we're not going to be able to celebrate the Summer Solstice in June.

However, unlike Stonehenge, we are not so pessimistic as to cancel it completely. We're thinking if things get better, we might be able to hold it early October, after the Equinox.




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