We leaves Euston in a Pendalino.
Dis aint gonna be a partickularly spiritaully nuorishin story, but I will try and mentoin some of de fings dat happened. Fust, it was a Friday when I left, and de trian got very crowded.
After some commuters got on at Nuneaton.
Later on, our Virgin trian was delayed, and it seemed dat dere weren't no Richard Branson on it to complane to. But I later found out wot de problem was.
Unsaved pussons on de line near Rugeley.
Still, the juorney eventaully came to and end, and I reached de North.
So I went to see my grate admirer in Altrincham, wot had invited me round for a cup of tea and a Pengiun.
My fan in Altrincham.
In fact she kept me a prisoner in her house for 4 days (all de doors and winders was locked) as she wanted to read to me from her bound copies of de luvvly Vatican II documents, some of which I doesn't know very well. I eventaully escaped and hid behind a sofa.
Hidin behind de sofa.
When I got away, my next destinatoin was Corby, cos de Archbishop is a great hero of mine. I took a photo of his cathedrall.
He was givvin a specail lecture in my honour called "How Eccles brought me spiritaul nuorishment" (6 p.m. to 4 a.m.). To put it simply, I contradicts all logical paradimgs and I show that, following St Augustine's anti-donatism and anti-pelagianism, it is imperative to court the panoptically hypostasized tasks of intertextual grounding.
De audience listened in rapt attentoin.
About 2 a.m. he said "finally", and so I knew dere was only anuvver couple of hours to go. After Corby, dere was just time to head down to de south coast, stoppin on de way to see a deacon in Crodyon wot is a grate friend of mine, althuogh he does like screemin "sockpoppet" at poeple he aint met before.
De deacon is keepin a dossier on me.
And so we gets to Brihgton.
I'm fairly sure dis is de Brihgton pavillion.
Well, not much else to record reely. I went to de seaside to paddle, but de tide was out.
Brihgton Beach. A deep-sea diver returns to land.
And so back to Notting Hell, refreshed, and still a saved pusson.
I aint never put dis on my blogg, but I recently persauded my Bruvver Bosco to get baptised, which he hadnt done before. Here is a touchin snap of de occasoin.
My bruvver Bosco, bein baptised.