Monday, 28 April 2008

That Sort of Day

I'm fond of Christians but on some days I prefer politicians. Actually, come to think of it, I prefer politicians most days. It's that straight forward predictable sort of thing they do - that is politicians.

Just sometimes, I like Christians but I couldn't hit a whole one really, really, really hard. It's against the law and against some sort of Church Code of Practice somewhere deep within in my extensive library.

PS - I like all the Christians I worked with today especially members of my former parish who went through a rather sad event with me this afternoon.

Friday, 25 April 2008

York Minster

I am really tired after travelling all the way back from York after the consecration of a good friend as a bishop.

On the way up the battery on my DVD Player went flat on my Grand Slam DVD just before Wales scored a try against the French. That's what I get for showing such things on an English train.

I love York to bits. Its flat (compared to Welsh standards) and it's pleasantly English in a very northern way.

I'll pray for Robert Paterson and his Diocese. He'll make a brilliant Bishop and I wish him every blessing.

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Wrexham and Obama

Clinton won this morning. I didn't like that. Wrexham lost and are out of the league. I liked that even less.

Never mind, I can still worship in the National Eisteddfod for free. That was a brilliant result for Wales' Churches.

Tuesday, 15 April 2008


I think I spent a year last week doing admin work. At least, it felt like that. Never mind. Swansea did brilliantly over the weekend winning at rugby and football. There were smiles all around Liberty Stadium. My sporting joy was made almost complete with Manchester United beating Arsenal and Chelsea threw away their championship hopes with a 0:0 draw against Wigan.

The only disappointment is the demise of poor old Wrexham. As somebody from north Wales I feel the pain.

Thursday, 3 April 2008


Going through a whole lot of emails today I suddenly remembered a good definition of stress as a lack of capacity to forget. I tend to get stressed out when I can't forget things. Today was one of those days.

On top of all that a good friend forgot that we were supposed to be meeting. God bless his forgetfulness I say.

Tuesday, 1 April 2008

Back to Work

Going back to work today was good.

All my colleagues were kind and encouraging. I however, at the end of a busy day, am what they do to horses...

I'm still worried for Zimbabwe.