Posts tagged ‘St. Nick’s’

July 8, 2012

Come let us sing…

by 3arn0wl

There’s a recording of Songs of PraiseSt. Nick’s today, with the Poppleton Chamber Orchestra and Choir.

A pantechnicon of an outside broadcasting unit sits outside the Minster, faithfully recording every reverberating sound.

Hezza Pratt’s in his element, standing at the fulcrum of the musical forces, baton twirling.

And the faithful have been safely gathered in to sing their favourites.  What would they choose?

Well, of course Babababababra-ann chose All things bright and beautiful;

Paul King went for Guide me! O thou great redeemer; and

Prue Vidor requested Lead us Heavenly Father, lead us.

But everyone thought Emily Appleby was simply bragging when she suggested … …. .. …. .. …….. ..!

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May 17, 2012

Norm & the Social Climbers

by 3arn0wl

Norm-ally it’s a solitary thing. You choose your building, and go for it.  But in Poppleton there’s a group of social climbers,  led by social Norm,  who met in crepuscular light on the fortieth day of Easter, to scale the towers of St. Nick’s.

They’d walked around the church several times to determine the best way up, and equipped only with a torch,  ascended the Minster as the sun came up.  Once there, they unfurled a banner between the towers.

But how to get down?  Usually they abseiled,  but they didn’t want to damage the building, so they parachuted to the ground using the Dean’s vestments!

Afterwards they went for a coffee and a raisin cookie @ Dailey Bread.

May 13, 2012

Blessings

by 3arn0wl

Georgia, Lucida and Perpetua – the triplets born on Christmas day – were christened in a small, private service at the Minster church of St. Nicholas earlier today. Delighted parents, Crystal and Norman Font, were keen to give thanks for the safe arrival of their three darling daughters, who were long wished for.

Curate, Christine Tenning, had some initial concerns about identifying the identical infants,  until the parents confided that the children had been dressed in colour coded gowns for the occasion.

The trio made quite an impression during the short service: Georgia slept, Lucida wept, and Perpetua smiled seraphically!

May 10, 2012

It’s all in the mix

by 3arn0wl

They’d been working on a flashmob performance for weeks. Poppleton High’s Vocal Ensemble plus some beatboxerz and instrumental vocalisers had arranged a medley of market stall related ditties.

They’d assimilated themselves for the morning with the market traders,  and were all set to go at lunchtime.

Unfortunately however, the radio mics they’d equipped themselves with from the Drama Department, just happened to use the same frequency as the one Fr. James Dean of St. Nick’s was using to broadcast the midday prayers in the Minster.

And so it came to pass that the response to “Lord, in your mercy” was “Yes! we have no bananas.”

April 10, 2012

Constable’s stake out

by 3arn0wl

With St. Nick’s way off in the distance, its aspiring protuberance drawing the eyes heavenward toward a moody sky,  the Lower Snodding meadows were looking inviting.

In one of those barely noticed annual rites,  J.W. turned his steers out onto the Common earlier today – another indicator of the certainty that Summer follows Spring.

The cattle lowed in frisky delight at the prospect of the lush grass on the banks of the Bredy. “The grass is really good this year because we’ve had such a warm spring,” he said.

And as he watched the delightful scene before him, he added: “They’ll be alright, so long as people don’t get too close to ’em”.

April 5, 2012

At it all night!

by 3arn0wl

The place was illuminated with the warm glow of candlelight;

There was sublime music;

And a lot of thought had gone into the meal that had been prepared.

He intoned poetry in that deliciously silky basso profundo voice, and she listened intently to the familiar tragic story.

There’s a lot of Passion @ St. Nicks’ all night vigil. 😉

March 21, 2012

Bishop to Queen’s church 1

by 3arn0wl

Fr. James Dean of St. Nick’s is on the long list… for the big job.

Of course he doesn’t want it.

Of course he’s not courting it.

Of course it’s got to be the right ‘guy’ for the post.

He fancies the costumes though – ‘specially the big hat and the crook.