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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.

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.

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13 comments:

  1. Nancy Wallace15 January 2011 at 03:03

    Wow! Perfect cake!

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  2. Catherine Fox15 January 2011 at 04:01

    Apparently it tastes good. I have a written testimonial from a visitor.

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  3. Elaine Evans15 January 2011 at 04:02

    Looks lovely enough to grace the pages of a gastro-mag...but what did it taste like? We (I) want to know!

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  4. Elaine Evans15 January 2011 at 04:03

    Ooops - cross-posted.

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  5. Pete15 January 2011 at 04:35

    It tastes good. I can testify from first hand experience. Or first mouth.

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  6. Elaine Evans15 January 2011 at 14:26

    I should have knocked on the door. You might have taken pity on me and offered a cup of tea and a slice of seed-cake...

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  7. Catherine Fox16 January 2011 at 04:35

    Too late now. I took it to judo.

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  8. Elaine Evans16 January 2011 at 11:16

    You mean there was some left to take to judo???

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  9. Manda17 January 2011 at 00:50

    I notice that you apparently didn't eat any yourself. I find this sinister

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  10. Catherine Fox17 January 2011 at 01:13

    Actually I did. It tasted like cake with caraway seeds in.

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  11. Phil E17 January 2011 at 16:07

    You really must get your terminology historically correct:-). The lady was Assistant Organist. The Sub Organist was the fellow next door who is now Organist. Pity the seed cake's gone.

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  12. Catherine Fox18 January 2011 at 02:52

    See my earlier blog on pedantry in cathedrals.

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  13. Phil E18 January 2011 at 08:46

    But..But...But....

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