Uganda (2) : The Church

As I said, "We spent a few days in the town of Ibanda, accommodated in church-leaders’ homes. We then spent two days in a game park, being wide-eyed tourists. Then some of the team went north to the large town of Lira." The object of visiting...

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Uganda (1)

Our vicar has a longstanding association with East Africa, which is shared by his wife and his father-in-law. So when a newly-formed diocese of the Church of Uganda started looking for international links (and the school he’d taught at just happened to be within this...

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Do you remember Clive Ponting?

I thought I would post slightly obliquely about the current political and legal chaos. The Supreme Court’s decision reminded me of two court cases long ago. In the early 1980s, Ken Livingstone’s Greater London Council (later abolished) introduced radically cheap transport fares. This was challenged in the...

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Outburst of an unhinged technophobe

It is probably appropriate to start by reminding all readers the meaning of the title PPI Blogger  - Partial, Prejudiced and Ignorant. I find our modern technological society very useful, of course, but also very frustrating. Please excuse the following outburst, not unrelated to the experience...

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Victims of the author

Imagine that you are walking past a lonely graveyard at night, when you hear a terrifying shriek, improbably smell garlic or blood, and see white things flitting about. You run home as fast as you can, lock the door, and then start to wonder. What...

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Delay and inconvenience

The other day I decided to buy fruit and vegetables, not at the supermarket, but at the local independent greengrocer and fishmonger that has stood on Beeston High St for over a century. It is a friendly and excellent local institution (pretty advanced in non-use...

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Some sad endings, or Seventies TV

An actor called Paul Darrow, "science fiction icon", died this week. This set me off on an obscure trip down memory lane, and in particular to an evening long ago in my grandparents’ spare bedroom, which I spent learning some of DG Rossetti’s poem “Sister Helen.”...

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