Well, I think the change is in progress. In a funny little vignette last night I was introduced to someone as "a priest of the diocese", not as a Rector. It felt slightly odd. Not as demoted exactly (I'm sure that certainly wasn't the intention) but almost...stateless? It also feels a bit funny not to have a therapists appointment, but I have a number of plans to push out and just have to get on with it.
That reprobate subversive leftist Bill Brockie (Peace be upon Canon Fidel!) gave me a "Lady Thatcher dies" postcard: the back is marvellous! Addressed to "Elizabeth Windsor", it proclaims to Hanoverian Betty:
"In the event of Margaret Thatcher
being given a state funeral, I will
That reprobate subversive leftist Bill Brockie (Peace be upon Canon Fidel!) gave me a "Lady Thatcher dies" postcard: the back is marvellous! Addressed to "Elizabeth Windsor", it proclaims to Hanoverian Betty:
"In the event of Margaret Thatcher
being given a state funeral, I will
Demonstrate along the route. This will include
co-ordinating with others to sing
"Ding Dong, the Witch is dead" throughout the entire procession.
Let off fireworks.
Hold a BBQ by Westminster Abbey wearing a comedy apron.
Hire ventriloquists to throw their voices, shouting
"Why is it so dark in here?"
Throw coal at the coffin.
Brilliant!!
Startlingly Christian of Bill, all things considered. I wonder what his recommendations would be for the inevitable funerals of Messrs Brown and Blair?
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