'Whodathunkit'? The lay people of the Church of England, you know, the ordinary people, the mostly quiet ones who just go to church every Sunday to commune with their God, the ones without Divinity degrees from Oxbridge, have just told their priests and bishops and most of all their ghastly 'wimmin' vicars to take the contemporary notion of 'wimmin' bishops which has not a shred of support from ancient teachings and stick it up their bell towers!
I should add, hurriedly, that as a well and truly lapsed member of the C of E, I don't really give a stuff whether they have 'wimmin' bishops or not but anything that gives that beardie-weirdie Archbishop of Canterbury a dose of indigestion is fine by me. Also, how delicious that for one glorious moment the inexorable tide of fashionable feminism is halted in its high heels! I sometimes wonder if the appeal of Islam lies in the fact that 'wimmin' are not allowed to worship with men so that at least every once in a while the poor chaps can have a bit of peace and quiet, well, they would if they could only shut up that noisy bugger in the minaret!
Anyway, the C of E news has cheered me up immensely, not least because I can imagine 'Harry Harperson' choking on her latte this morning. She will probably insist on nationalising it now! Come the spring I shall cut the Churchyard grass with added vigor.
