Monthly Archives: August 2014

The last night of the Proms and Britishness

I vividly recall the 2001 last night of the Proms. I remember the tears rolling down my 12-year-old cheeks as Leonard Slatkin conducted a devotional rendition of Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings in memory of all those who had died … Continue reading

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Sacred and profane: reminiscences of a former chaplaincy committee secretary

The other day, whilst clearing out some old boxes of stuff I should have thrown away years ago, I came across an unexpected gem. Amongst all the official and unofficial roles I’ve held in my life so far, perhaps the … Continue reading

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