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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.
Showing posts with label clergy vestments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clergy vestments. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Result!



And here it is. Grandmother's seedcake. Admire the specialist tea cosy in the background. Each newly ordained priest is presented with one of these by the bishop after the service, and they process out of the cathedral wearing them on their heads like mitres. Obviously, the chancellor can no longer wear his liturgically, as he is a canon these days, so the old one has been relegated to domestic use. His new one reads 'More tea, Reverend Canon Doctor?'

For those of you who prefer a more conventional approach to facts, this tea cosy was a Christmas present from the Director of Music a few years back, when they were naught but a humble assistant sub-organist and an alto lay clerk.