Four years ago today, we were in London.
In the late afternoon, we attended Evensong Service at Westminster Abbey.
The Westminster Abbey Evensong turned out to be an eyeball-rolling multicultural affair. We were appalled at the twaddle on offer.
“One is required to check one’s IQ at the door in order to make it through this” was Andrew’s father’s characterization of the service.
Myself, I got through the proceedings by reading Pauline Kael’s celebrated “Come Dressed As The Sick Soul Of Europe” essay from 1963.
Still, I nearly lost it at the Abbey.
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