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So there is something of an hiatus in the selection process for the next Arch of his majesty, what with candidates arguing the toss about the bishop of Norwich, while the police say that too many holidays to Lowestoft are not a good sign of portents to come, what with all stars getting nervous in the TV comedian studios of London. Either way the good old HMS Ecclesia Anglica continues unfazed and unabated, hardly non-plussed by the slings and ARROWs of heedless evangelical red dawns, and indeed proceeds noiselessly and calmly to its next port of call - Dr Sentamu of York by way of Beachey Head for the next Arch of Cantuar - and why jolly well not my dears? Our local Rev Noel Coward here at Melton Mowbray would say - forsooth 'tis time for a change.

Re making saints

Vive l'empereur, people tend to say nowadays, but if we are and independent branch and a via media, on our own times, with deeper roots in history than just in the reformation, that is with deep roots in the creative tensions between Edward Confessor and Bp Godwin, between Stephen and Lanfranc, and Henry II and Becket, and Henry and Wolsey, then why not establish a few institutes that put us on a par with the Overseas brigades of the Swiss guard? A commission for ritual that beefs up the sacrificial dimension, and a commission for beatifying saints, and so on?