“Why do you think you need to go?” my counsellor challenged me. Grenfell was still burning and I was heading straight there after my appointment with him. Perhaps a bit too much of me wanted to be useful and to try to fix it, a notion of which I was soon disabused by the significant…
I wasn’t expecting Rico’s sermon in December to start with a story about clearing out his parents’ house after they’d died. At best, I was expecting a rugby-themed anecdote with which I’d have no emotional connection whatsoever; at worst, I anticipated some kind of Christmas story with which I’d cope by distancing myself emotionally and…
“Please leave the flowers here for others to enjoy”, read the pretty ceramic notice in the garden where Jesus may (or may not) have been buried. Although somewhat sad that this sign was necessary, it was unsurprising. So many people here seem to want a piece of Jesus and for some nicking these flowers is…
“I’m sorry to bother you at the weekend,” the journalist wrote, “it’s just that you guys are on the front page of The Times.” And sure enough, so we were! That would explain the new followers on Twitter, the flurry of messages from the media, and the generous surge in emails from regular people who…
Towards the end of last year, the head of the government’s historic child abuse inquiry was forced to step down because she was on ‘dinner party terms’ with an establishment figure whose actions she was mandated to scrutinize. At the time, I raised my eyes at the notion of being on ‘dinner party terms’ because…
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