Jay Hulme

I also hope that, never again, will I have to phone a priest and say "I am so sorry but I have lost the jawbone".

I hope that soon we shall empty the (very full) bone basket, and return our ancestors to the earth.

Important news from the bone pit:

The council have grassed over the flowerbed in the graveyard so though bones will continue to rise and still surface occasionally, their main escape route has been cut off, and their appearance should be less regular.

Oooh! Yes! That would be VERY helpful for the eternally-vandalised church sign....

My experience is that there was a an absolutely huge gap between people’s beliefs about how their immigration systems work and how they actually work, and if you’ve had experience of the immigration system in the US or UK, you’ll spend a lot of time with one raised eyebrow when the topic comes up!

Look at her funky cape!!!

This is, by the way, an excellent example of an intergenerational queer friendship (something I will never stop banging on about the importance of). We should all aim to have a few. They're incredibly important for all parties involved.

We go to yoga together once a week and then have dinner but there's just too much gossip to get through in a single weekly meeting, you know? Gotta supplement with the pub.

Our safeguarding lead is off to a conference about safeguarding LGBT+ people in the church, so obviously I had to go to the pub with his poor abandoned husband after church tonight and just talk absolute shit about everyone we know like good Christian men.

Yes. Digital creatures are incorporeal and thus closer in resemblance to the Divine Ideas than humanity, clothed as we are in sinful flesh. More angel than ape, Clippy does not merely have a soul: he has more of a soul than you or I

Turns out, 6 months was optimistic

The problem with social media is people can't appreciate the times you did the right thing by not posting

Glasgow Gender Clinic now has a waiting time of 224 years. The average across the UK is now 25 years.

This segregated system isn’t working and is wasting millions. The NHS has been told time and again - informed consent now.

The Online Safety Act sure has made being online more dangerous.

Article reads: Woman named as Archbishop of Canterbury in historic first The 63-year-old archbishop-designate is married to Eamonn Mullally, with whom she has two children. Originally from Woking in Surrey, she was the UK's chief nursing officer from 1999 to 2004.

This article manages to name her husband before it names… her.

To be clear tho... This is like a poetry deep cut. You've gotta be a specific kind of person to enjoy it. Otherwise its like taking very high dose edibles without ever having done drugs before... or walking into a high concept modern art show having only ever seen old masters. It's not for everyone.

This pamphlet is so weird. SO weird. How weird? Yes. How unsettling? Many. Do I understand it? Never. Do I enjoy it? polblar.

Okay no this pamphlet is literally insane and I've been thinking about it ever since Kym read me bits of it last year like "is this good or have I lost my mind?" And I was like "both."

It haunts me. I've never even seen Paul Blart: Mall Cop, but 'polblar tmolkop'... that appears to me in my dreams.

Please pray for Archbishop Sarah as she follows in the footsteps of Augustine of Canterbury

Almighty and everlasting God, the only worker of great marvels, send down upon your servant Sarah, called to be Archbishop of Canterbury, and all who are committed to her care, the spirit of your saving grace, and that they may truly please you, pour upon them the continual dew of your blessing. Grant this, O Lord, for the honour of our advocate and mediator, Jesus Christ. Amen.

A prayer for the next Archbishop of Canterbury. 🙏

With the notable exception of those interested in cricket. Which is apparently the CofE's unofficial sport.

Fun fact for normal people: the Church of England loves jargon and so people legitimately refer to the Archbishop of Canterbury as "the ABC" which is incredibly silly, especially when done in otherwise very serious contexts and conversations.

Starting to understand how people feel about Sports as I keep refreshing in anticipation of finding out who the next Archbishop of Canterbury will be.

Dried

Put chunks of mango in a pot with 250-350g of red lentils 1tsp of tumeric and 1l of water. Stick a lid on it and simmer for 15/20 mins. Mix in sugar salt and lemon juice to taste at end.

Fry cumin seeds and fresh chilli for a few secs, then add green beans. Stir fry, then add the beans to the daal.

Pico de gallo and guacamole in plastic tubs

Daal topped with green beans and cumin seeds

Chilli sides, daal, deliciousness.

Batch cooking day so I've made mushroom and bean chilli, (with fresh pico de gallo and guacamole), some mango and green bean daal, and a load of spiced tomato soup.

Feeling very accomplished, not gonna lie.

The Madness of St Robert of Knaresborough By Jay Hulme - from The Vanishing Song' Robert went mad in the way of saints; beautiful and holy and wild as anything. He grew into the cave, hands scratching at the earth; for weeks he watched the river. When knights and kings came with riches he told them things they never wanted to hear. Centuries later he still speaks to strangers, pilgrims to a past they cannot comprehend. If they listen, Robert offers them madness in whichever form they choose. One man chose murder. Buried the body in the cave. A sacrifice, perhaps. An atrocity instead of a prayer. More choose to go mad like him. A consecrated insanity. A heart crawling among the trees, fingers splayed across the stone, grafting themselves into the rock. They call out to God in rushing words - they sound like the echoing water, as it carves away at the cliff.

"Robert went mad in the way of saints;
beautiful and holy and wild as anything.
He grew into the cave, hands scratching
at the earth; for weeks he watched the river."

Weathered medieval timber frame set into a patchwork wall of brick and stone at Wirksworth, Derbyshire, showing ghostly remnants of a lost building frontage.

A joy of a sight for #ThrowbackThursday - A ghost gable 👻 - caught like a fly in amber at Wirksworth in Derbyshire