This was supposed to be a pleasant picnic in
Kent in the old town of in a beautiful part of the Medway, with much historical interest. Lady Jean Bridie had gone to Rochester Edinburgh to cover the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland, Dr A.V. O’Gadro was very busy with his experiments and entertaining some very high value visitors of regal and presidential status in . We had planned a very simple picnic, as you can see here, in the grounds of Ireland . Rochester Castle
We were doing the usual gossip, without the aid of Twitter just in case a superinjunction closed the whole thing down. There was also some rapture rubbish by Harold Camping which verged on hilarious, but was nevertheless very profitable for those who follow the basic proselytise, monetise, valorise and vaporise theories of what happens in the modern day spirituality.
After having gained entrance to
, courtesy of English Heritage, we passed a wedding party and wondered to ourselves where they had ‘tied the knot’. It hadn’t been in the Cathedral as when we were there we were able to listen to the choir rehearsing for a performance. Rochester Cathedral is well-worth a visit, but wedding was there none. Rochester Castle
We then went to the Guildhall Museum, which is a place authorised for marriages and civil partnerships, but the wedding wasn’t held there either. We passed by a shop called Angel Energy Centre, which was full of spiritual accessories such as crystals, mood music, sound of running water but no wedding and strangely enough no welcome either. (We were warmly received at the Cathedral.) It appears that the angel shop has some problem with shoplifting, though it could have been a reference to a thief ‘coming in the night’.
After a refreshing pint of Shepherd Neame’s delicious Master Brew and some soft drinks, we past by a Huguenot building known as the La Providence.
There was still no sign of the wedding, so we went to the Corn Exchange, where we were allowed to view the assembly hall which was being set up for a prize giving function later that evening. The staff commented that the wedding party we saw had probably gone to the Registrar’s Office.
This vignette illustrates the ‘fabric’, ancient and modern, and the utilitarianism of life in the public sphere today. It may perhaps illustrate how fragmented the Big Society may be if in fact Mr Cameron’s Big Society exists at all.
Meanwhile, back at the Obreption Centre, care was being taken to avoid mentioning any footballers at all, and a contingency outreach programme was planned, care of the Royal Mail and the stunning example of a pillar box of which
is famed. There are also the red telephone kiosks. Arrangements had been made to receive the Herald, which was to be smuggled into Rochester England via the Gretna Green border crossing point facility.
In the end, the injunction turned out to be technically a busted flush and we reflected on the hulks exhibition at the