In the Parish Magazine, after the then vicar had thrown a wobbler over women priests-            
Dec. ‘93

Don’t panic
     Nobody’s opting out of anything. A few clergymen getting hot flushes remembering varicose females smacking their infantile pink botties is no cause for mass-steria. Some little boys just don’t grow up.They still stuff their pockets with sticky fears and grubby prejudices. The wise know that the weaker sex is only weaker when it suits, and often in a crisis, the wives and mothers show courage and strength in the face of wossname, while strong men weep into their Carling Black Label. These holy rebels must realise that they are not ‘squirearchy’ but simply hired hands, and if they don’t like the work conditions they can ‘get down the road’, tho’ they’d better think twice, now they’ve been promised 5% extra- to be screwed out of the parishes.
     It's all a storm in a ‘B’ cup.  The neuro-rebels will call their meetings, get blood-crazed on cucumber sandwiches and thermos tea, put up their posters (with the Fearless Bits underlined in red) and if you aggranoy them, they’ll stamp and say ’bum’, I shouldn’t wonder. Just let’s all, including the women priests, ignore them, and they’ll either behave or learn another trade.
     I remember the story of an astronaut, just returned from the ultimate space voyage where he had reputedly come face to face with God. When asked in a T.V. interview what God was like, he answered “Well, to begin with, She’s black”. Shalom.

P.S. Late sport result:  Mother Theresa’s 11 -  99.   Anglican Hystericals -   0.