Monday, February 11, 2008
A post for the student who made me promise not to mention Rowan today
Pan bloody cakes!
Marvellous bloody inventions! Even if I do say so myself!
I mean thank the LORD Almighty for monks with too much flower and too many eggs. Pancakes. The number one way to fill chaplaincy. Everyone loves pancakes! Sent off an invitation to via facebook and the place gets packed.
That was what I found out last week. Yes we managed to have the place full for Ash Wednesday but the place heaved last Tuesday.
It heaved with all manner of people not just your common or garden Sharia Law loving Christians. This meant that in we had people sat around discussing the fact that there was mass at 8.30 the next morning but also someone in the corner playing gay chicken and a conversation in the Kitchen which involved the word 'fisting'. If I remember rightly I think I was part of that one.
Now Gay Chicken might strike you as something done by the Rugby Club rather than your preparations for Lent and you might not put the word 'fisting' with the word 'chaplaincy' but I think it was great to share our little social with such a diverse group of people.
Actually I'm not sure what word does go with fisting. If it wasn't for the words 'Norman' and 'Lamont' I wouldn't even know there was a 'fisting'. That sort of suggests the word 'fisting' belongs with the word 'Tory' like pancakes go with lemon juice. That's obviously not true.
Mind you pancakes have always struck me as vacuous, fatty, overly rich and containing no real value, and too much lemon juice...well.... that has always made my eyes water
but appart from that...