An apology….but it wasn’t my fault!

A couple of posts ago I intimated that your TV screen would be graced by my image on the last three Songs of Praise programmes which were based in the West of Scotland, and the Cathedral I attend, St Mary’s in Glasgow.

Well, I have to admit that I didn’t have any kind of starring role, because the cameras, with all the opportunities they had, steadfastly managed to avoid the rear pew where I was seated. I even thought of waving to them to let them know I was available at no charge, but still they kept looking for the lovely young ladies!

I did appear at a distance quite a few times in the wonderful high shots from the front…..so I don’t feel too bad!

However, the stars of the shows were the wonderful architecture of the Cathedral, the superb performances of the musicians, and of course, the supreme beauty of the west of Scotland….but you should come up and see it all for yourself!

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Dens, dentis…

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS POST IS NOT FOR THOSE OF A SQUEAMISH NATURE…..YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Do you remember when you were a child, how you were told to brush your teeth for a minimum of two minutes…well, I can admit  now, I never did! But yesterday was different!

Anno Domini has taken its toll on some of my gnashers and about a year ago I was forced to admit partial defeat. If I was to continue eating, I needed some more area of contact between the top and bottom halves of said gnashers (a different way to say that I needed a partial upper plate).

Obtained and fitted, they have prevented me scaring away children by showing my gaps and looking like a latter-day Frankenstein (at least I think so!)

A small industry has grown up around the preservation of same dentures with specially-shaped toothbrushes, cleansing tablets and denture boxes….but that’s another story.

….anyway, sometimes I am happy without them and they will be removed for comfort in the safety of the house. They may even be set somewhere safe while our main meal is being eaten.

Therein lies the problem! If the place is sufficiently secure for no-one else to see them, then it can apply to me as well and we may be parted for a short period while I research the recesses of my mind to recall where they might be! This happened the other days and I looked around frantically to recover them before Lady of the House discovered I was hiding a toothy grin.

She was in the middle of emptying the washing machine, and heard a clinking sound. Now this would normally involve calling me over to discover the problem and provide a remedy for an obvious malfunction.

However this time, no great action was required by me, except explaining how my partial denture happened to be rolling-about in the drum of the washing machine!  The only explanation can be that the ‘safe place’ on this occasion had been the breast pocket of a shirt which had then been discarded for washing….quite disgusted isn’t it?

No harm has been caused to the shirt or the teeth, in the writing of this post, and both are sparkling clean!

P.S. If you do not regognise the meaning of the title of the post, go and look up your Latin grammar book….you know every household should have one!

Irishpisky’s on Television!

Yes, it’s official, I shall be on television for the next three Sundays….well perhaps you might catch some brief glimpses of me!

The next few editions of Songs of Praise, hosted by Sally Magnusson,  involve the beautiful west if Scotland, and some of the singing comes from my own Church, St Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral in Glasgow.  Recording was done over two evenings; the first to do the sound recording and the second to superimpose the camera work with the previously-recorded music….quite tricky, I should imagine!

So on Sunday, at 5pm, watch out for a tall, grey-haired bloke with glasses and a beard near the back of the cathedral, singing lustily with an Irish accent. If I am able to record it and put a bit into the blog, I shall do so.

War-weary

So the bomb that changed the world was dropped 65 years ago. I was but a babe in arms then but I’m sure our parents heard about it with both fear and relief. Relief that it might settle the war, but fear as to what power we were now able to unleash on each other, on this crowded and very fragile world.

Now the world is even more crowded and fragile, and we still find new ways of destroying our environment, our fellow-human beings, and our future.

Hiroshima wasn’t a turning point; sure it brought to a temporary ending a world war, but it didn’t take long before countless other more local wars took their place in the history of mankind.

So let’s not just remember those who died on that fateful day in a previously-unknown city, but those innocent bystanders of all nations who have lost that most precious gift…a right to life.

Remember it is governments who not only lead us to war, but send out young men and women to do the dirty work of war on their behalf, whilst they stay at home and justify the war.