The Guest Bloggers rang me at 2102 to tell me - so much for my Novenas and Rosary Decades over th'internet. One sniff of Wine - a damn good Portuguese, BTW - and I neglect my Pope Death Watching Duties.
Hummes is the man, I say. Hummes.
Joseph reckons his seriosuly devout RE teacher will lead them in a hour's Prayer on Tuesday. He holds his truly christian RE teacher in highest regard and deepest respect.
Hummes of Sao Paolo, your time has come.
The funeral has to be held 4-6 days after. Queenie's been working the phones all night, saying "Make it Friday but get it over and done with before Ken and Deirdre tie the knot"
The only thing I remember of JPII's Inauguration was my father's deep criticism of the amateurism of the choir of the Cistine Chapel. And when my father got a bee in his bonnet he didn't let it go.
Mother informs me my views are not out of kilter with her's, or with former editors of the Catholic Herald/The Tablet. We all take exception to hysterical worship of a false idol as a god. Somewhat anti-Christian, we feel. We also don't feel comfortable with the AIDS Genocide.
And I can declare that of all the people in the entire world the one I would most like to meet, and interview, is Mikhail Gorbachev. What a man.
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