Meditation without the Internet

I regularly sing at St Clement’s Church, Cambridge, one of the oldest and most traditional churches in Cambridge. However, it was only yesterday that I noticed the sign that they put outside:

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The church doesn’t have a toilet inside, but I suppose wifi is more important. (And now that I know that there is wifi, I expect I shall be even more distracted during choir.)

Prophecy

I am disappointed at the outcome of the EU referendum, as well as the way the campaign was conducted, for several reasons, which need not be detailed here.

But I have been cheered up, after my attention was drawn to this speech by Nick Clegg in 2014:

That’s what we are fighting for. So what are we fighting against? Imagine again what it will be like in 2020, but this time with the Conservatives in Government on their own. Britain, diminished and divided after a botched attempt to renegotiate our relationship with Europe and a vote to withdraw from the European Union. Companies pulling out of the UK left, right and centre, the markets losing confidence, hiking up our borrowing costs and halting the recovery in its tracks. Workers fearing for their jobs, not just because the companies they work for are plunged into uncertainty but because their bosses can fire them at will, no questions asked. The young and the working poor hit time and time again as George Osborne takes his axe to the welfare budget with no regard for the impact on people’s lives. Schools run in the interests of profit for shareholders rather than the life chances of their pupils. A Home Office state snooping on your emails and social media. Opportunity reserved for a few at the top and everyone else told to make do with what they’ve got. A Tory party leadership in hock to their right wing, desperately running after and pandering to UKIP’s ugly nationalism. A Prime Minister trapped between being a poor man’s Margaret Thatcher and a rich man’s Nigel Farage. “Compassionate Conservatism” just a sound bite from a bygone age.

How prescient.