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The outgoing prime minister was often pulling his hair out when decision time came up say around the ratification of treaties a la Chagos and the like or the Falklands, and his two Fathers in God, York and Cantuar, had to be consulted about such things as voices of the public christian conscience, but think what poor old new prime minister has to say to young Prince W of Cantab about consulting his new Fathers in God too - dilemmas, dilemmas, especially when such prelates have been red canons in the distant past, a terrible ordeal. A bit of a bind as Calvin the C often says, and he is compassionate. But such men are of a lean and hungry look yon Cassius, God knows what is going on in those old red minds - help, these might be wreckage artists from within - nobody would re-assign nowadays unless they were mischievous. So it is all too much tonight for the new prime minister who now desperately needs a jolly good skiing holiday, maybe with Bella and her sister Madison over yonder in Kirchberg, who knows. But calm your nerves, for it is all otherwise in the Real Church of England where stringent vetting takes place and lawyers are preferred vicars.