Team Flannagrove and Whats Next...

You join me in Sheffield, just shy of my new home city- hanging out with my lovely friend as I recover (in a good way) from the wedding of Team Flannagrove.

Yes, yesterday about 450 of us pitched up in central London for a wedding extravaganza, where the top table was a cricket pitch, where the gifts are all furnishing an orphanage in Uganda and where two truly lovely creative folk got themselves hitched. It was a great day- and a wonderful chance to catch up with some good friends. As usual I forgot to take photos but hey.. the memories are in my head.

But that was it: the last thing to do before preparing for ordination. It all feels quite imminent right now: which I guess it should. So before I retreat into retreats and so on, may I invite anyone who really wants to travel to the fairly far north for a fairly dull service, to join me in Ripon Cathedral on Sunday 28th June at 10.30am. I will be wearing slightly unlike me clothes...

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Who will rid me of this meddlesome...

... piano? It occurred to me yesterday as i nursed ANOTHER bruise on my arm.. that I have had a piano sat in my hallway for 2 months! It seemed like such a good idea at the time but apparently is not... its stuck there and everytime I walk down my hall I have to squeeze past the darn thing- often not successfully! A number of options lie before me: -chop the thing into several hundred pieces -find lots of people who want to move it.. to where I'm not sure -sell it -give it away -pray it away It goes next weekend.. even if it kills me... which it might.. hummm

Remembering What I Enjoy..

Occasionally I forget things. Some stuff like birthdays, names and stuff is a normal human thing, and I don't sweat it so much. But I also forget some other stuff which is not so good. I forget what I enjoy. I don't know how it happens but it does from time to time. And its at these moments that I need a bit of help remembering. So- this is a request for help. What do I enjoy doing? What gives me joy? Leave me a comment.

A Broadside: plot spoiler for Tory sympathisers

Today some alarming social equality data was released. It said what we all know: if you are poor, you have less opportunities in life. For every £100 a month less income than the median you start school one month behind developmentally. Your vocabulary aged 5 is half what it is for a rich kid if you are in the bottom ten percent of income. Housing tenure stats are even worse. "Only 4 per cent of those of working age living in social housing have degrees, and nearly half have no or only low qualifications. Only half of men and 42 per cent of women of working age living in social housing are in paid work, compared with 89 per cent of men and 81 per cent of women in households with a mortgage." Social housing: by its nature, is grouped (london people ignore this, you are the freaks not the norm). That means that we have allowed ghettoes of poverty and low attainment (not just in a SATS way either). Now it would be easy, and some daft Tory has already done it, to pin this on

Jude Smith

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