...in a Britain that is steadily feeling more and more alien to common sense. St Patrick's, Soho Square, had a Mass for the vigil of its patronal day. Packed, of course, but I managed to squeeze into a pew at the very back instead of sitting on the floor. As always at St P's, the Mass brought together people of every race and background - slightly surreal experience of singing "On Erin's green valleys look down in thy love" with a pewful of Chinese.
I never liked St Patrick's Day as a child because as an English Catholic I resented the enthusiasm of Irish nuns. Looking back, it was of course an important day for them and they had a right to sing and feel tribal. Today, that hymn about St Patrick had a solemn ring to it and was sung with fervour - that the Faith may not be lost in the land he evangelised.
Grim news re the Govt's ghastly plans for crushing marriage.These creepy politicians are now so frightened of the rest of us that they have announced that the pretence of a "consultation" won't make any difference - the cruel new law will be pushed through anyway.
Living as a Christian in Britain over the next years is going to be quite difficult - although awfully interesting - and watching bureacrats becoming increasing nasty to us all is going to be rather tiresome. How pointless their dreams are - to try to rewrite humanity's deepest realities. Like the gruesome Marxist experiment, theirs will fail. We will need courage and good humour as we live through what is to come: and when it all gets really ghastly, it will be Christians who will be around to pick up the mess and cope...