I can reassure you that the congregations of years to come have nothing to fear. Your future curates and vicars are as childish as anybody else when the snow falls. Emerging from Staircase Prayers this morning we were bombarded with a hail of snowballs from students and staff alike. I was just the test case - they were waiting for Principal Andrew to emerge. This appears to be some form of training for those who will be placed in northern counties where the local unchurched rabble stand outside snowy churches waiting for the vicar to leave the building.[in the interests of appropriate academic practice I should state that some of these photos weren't taken by me, but I can't be bothered to find out whose they are]
On the left my snowman impression. The horns are a temporary feature, due to interaction of snow, cycling helmet and spiritual conditions. They've receded now.
On the right a Christmas card picture of the chapel.
Below the Royal Marines finest, Fred Frederick, fails to hit the target (apparently a rare occurrence):
By the way, Principal Andrew let it slip to me that he's been reading this blog. Watch out, here he comes again......look as if you're paying attention.
'Hello Sir. I think you'll find all is in order. Just practising writing for the church newsletter'.
p.s. be warned - Andrew can return snowballs as well he receives them.
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