Oh darlingses, guess what? I have lost one of my little writing jobs, probably for being a bit too "witty" which possibly did not come out as witty but as divisive.
I try to be good, but then I think of something funny to say about the postconcilar period and ... la la la!
Anyway, I like money and fame, so go forth and find Auntie Seraphic another writing job. How nice it would be to write for Our Sunday Visitor or the Catholic Herald, hint hint.
Meanwhile, I am off on pilgrimage to York Minister, which has graciously allowed Catholics to invade and revel in the architectural splendours that were once ours. (Sigh.) Oh, yes, and ask the intercession of the martyred St. Margaret Clitherow.
Update: Oh darlingses! Guess what? It was really for clericalism AND (at the same time) not being conformed to the mind of a cleric (not even a bishop) of whom you've never heard. This is in some ways extremely funny.