Diary: I COUNT Leopold Hampel my best
friend, I guess, since, were I planning to marry, I would ask him
to be my best man. I was the groom's witness - Trauzeuge
des Bräutigams - at his and Monika Sulm's wedding in
Vienna in summer 1995, and our affection for one another seems
never to have faded, though we meet infrequently.
John Pridmore: IN ONE respect, life in
retirement has not changed since I was on the payroll of the Church
of England. I no longer climb in and out of pulpits, but, defying
the psalmist, I continue to "exercise myself in matters that are
too high for me".
Christopher Fielden suggests some summer
Serenhedd James discovers a battle of wills in
a London parish
David Winter reflects on the centenary of the
First World War
John Wall: I WENT to a beer festival a little
while ago. Now I'm more of a G&T or Pinot Grigio type of cleric
generally, but I loved it. I was there helping out on a stall for
the Bevy, the pub/hub/café we've been trying to reopen in
Moulsecoomb, closed some three years ago by the police because of
drugs and violence.
Robert Mackley: BITTERSWEET is an over-used
word. It is the only one that will do, however, to summarise my
experience of the past two weeks or so.
Sister Rosemary: I HAVE been a churchgoer
all my life, but I have recently experienced a form of liturgy
previously unknown to me: a pet service. The Rector's two worries
proved unfounded: the weather was fine, but not oppressively hot;
so we could comfortably be outdoors; and no member of the
congregation ate any other.
Jonathan Boardman: WHAT to serve the Archbishop
of Canterbury for lunch? It is a question that calls to mind Lady
Ramsey's complaint to Victor Stock after the publication of some of
his memoirs: "Victor, how could you say it? I never served soup at
John Pridmore: IT IS 2014, and we cannot
but remember. Each of us will be observing the centenary of the
outbreak of the First World War in his or her own way. I dwell on a
diary, the tiny 1916 Boy Scouts Diary that, 16
years ago, I picked up from a stall at a Salvation Army fête.
Diary: ALONG comes the First World War
again, so to speak, and on my desk appears a little something from
the Scripture Gift Mission, which now calls itself SGM