I couldn't be more blessed with my choice of Priest to "preach me in" elegantly crafted & utterly charmed my congregation- he's been one of my biggest cheer leaders throughout this last few years - I've been very lucky with you as a mentor, mate and all round classy gent ❤️🎊
Congratulations and thanks to @Punkdimmitis who presided with a gloriously confident humility this morning, in front of God, me, and the 7 retired clergy in the congregation, who've settled among the squirrels and sand dunes. Some fertile conversations afterwards about my sermon.
A recording of the Litany and Holy Communion at Primrose Hill, offered on the 90th anniversary of the death of Percy Dearmer.
Featuring a splendid sermon by Mark Chapman; music by Merbecke, and Ralph Vaughan Williams; and me, looming, beside @Punkdimmitis.
https://t.co/1vXZkg1cIc
Happy Pride Month! 🏳️🌈 We’re kicking off the celebrations with a dash of total chaos.
Flashback to 1995, when the legendary Lily Savage hijacked a #ThisMorning wine tasting session as only she could. 🍷
Here’s to a Pride Month that’s just as vibrant, unfiltered, and fun as Lily!
Off to hear my old tutor, Mark Chapman, honour Percy Dearmer, at S. Mary's Primrose Hill, his church, with @Punkdimmitis.
A friend of Vaughan Williams, he sought to reinvigorate English tradition in the life of the Church against Puritanism and imitation of Rome.
A loveable snob.
Born OTD in Tuebrook, Liverpool in 1829, he was the man who paid for the first free public drinking fountains in England, erected in Liverpool.
A Liverpool Exemplar - Charles Pierre Melly https://t.co/12MBdLdIhl
Looking out at my congregation this morning I notice we had 5 of our retired clergymen were wearing beige suit jackets.
I'm presuming there was an email sent out?
12 Years ago today, confirmed into the church - saying 'yes' to God's call on my life.
Little I know it took a rollercoaster of 10 years for me to be ordained at the very same altar - thanks be to God!
1/2 Sermon for Ascension Day 2026
"after a day reflecting particularly as a female priest, I notice how often women in the Church have spent centuries where the disciples stood: looking upward, waiting, praying for the Spirit to break through structures that said, “not yet.”