I passed them going in one direction on my way to pop a
banns certificate through a door, and then met them again coming back: two
teenage girls eating crisps. ‘Excuse me,’ said one, ‘Can we take a photograph
of you?’ Very, very wary and thinking of what the diocesan safeguarding
department might advise me, I asked why. ‘We’ve never seen a vicar just walking
around,’ they informed me, 'there aren't any where we come from', and as one pointed her smartphone at the three of us
and I saw Snapchat filters decorating their faces with puppy noses and so on I
thought that if they didn’t know my name and any image was on a medium from
which it would disappear in a few hours it probably, probably wouldn’t do any
harm, whatever caption they put on it. They came from London, not Timbuktu or some other place where Anglican
priests are in short supply. I tried to persuade them that there are, in fact,
vicars everywhere, but I’m not sure they really took it on board.
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We want to see the picture!!
ReplyDeleteIt will be somewhere in the jungle of Snapchat so if you know how to find it ... !
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