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This is a window into the weird world of Anglicanism, as experienced on a Cathedral Close. Has anything much happened since Trollope's Barchester Chronicles? You will still see the 'canon in residence' hurrying across to choral Evensong, robes flapping, as the late bell chimes. But look carefully and you will notice he is checking the football score on his iPhone as he runs. This is also a writer's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the novelist's life. And it's a fighter's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the judo mat. Well, the agony, anyway.

Thursday 2 June 2011

Ascension Day

Keen-eyed readers of an Anglican bent will have noticed that I change the background to my blog to reflect the liturgical season. The little chicks were for Easter, and now we have a flock of pigeons rising heavenward for Ascension Day. Which is today. Only I forgot. Aaargh. I went to karate instead of to church. Probably because this is half term and we are sort of half on holiday.

This is shame, not least because it's possible they sung 'Hail thee festival day'. This is a hymn of such bizarre musical complexity that it will take me the rest of my life to master, and you only get to sing it this time of year. The tune changes without warning, and as far as I can tell, there are more syllables to sing than notes to sing them to, so you end up gabbling the second half of the sentence to catch up with the choir.

But to return briefly to pigeons. These are not well-loved birds in clergy circles, because they roost on our historic buildings and erode them with their acidic crap. (Like some members of every congregation. Metaphorically.) Here in the Close the pigeon problem is kept under control by pest control people, who come and fly a Harris hawk to scare them off. The recommended solution--made by jaded parish priests--is to baptise the pigeons. That way you'll never see them again.

1 comment:

  1. Not so - they bring their next chick and ask for them to be "christened". And pigeons have a lot of chicks...

    Confirmation is the way to go if you don't want to see them again. Ever. And that requires a Bishop...