mysterious ways .....
Justin Welby, the Bishop of Durham, will become Archbishop of Canterbury when Rowan Williams steps down at the end of the year.
Apart from dressing-up in the church’s hilarious funny frocks, the new archbishop seems to be a bit of a dark horse ….
Like the Kennedy gang in the US, Welby’s family did very well from bootlegging, with his father Gavin reportedly being a protégé of old Joe Kennedy. His early connections to the church are said by some to stem from his involvement in importing communion wine, as a way to circumvent the prohibition laws.
Justin is reputed to be a Francophile & to enjoy sailing when he’s not saving souls. As the one time dean of Liverpool Cathedral he controversially allowed John Lennon's Imagine to be played on the cathedral's bells as part of the Futuresonic 09 art project in May 2009 - despite the line "imagine there is no heaven".
Like David Cameron, Justin is an old Etonian, later going on to study at Trinity College Cambridge. More surprisingly, he only entered the priesthood in 1992 & prior to that was an executive with the French oil company, rising to the senior position of group treasurer. He was recently appointed to the parliamentary committee looking into UK banking standards - especially the ethics which led to the recent Libor scandal.
He appears to have a wry sense of humour. In a tweet in February of this year, he confessed that he had been "very sleepy" during one debate at the General Synod. In reply to a delegate asking him why he had nodded throughout both sides of the debate, he said that he may have given the impression of being the "bishop of indecision".
Others might say that he is a “bishop of worldly ways” …..
whilst on the subject of worldly ways, Mike Carlton has shared a few anecdotes on the adventures of the O’Toole family during their time at the famous Sydney University College, St John’s ….
Honestly, this media uproar about a few harmless student pranks at St John's is pathetic. It's the sort of grossly exaggerated rubbish you get all the time from left-wing journalists these days - none of whom ever attended a private school, I dare say, and who are evidently consumed by class warfare.
We are actually very proud of Damien, the eldest of our four. He did brilliantly at St Sadistica's, where all us O'Toole boys have gone for generations. Not that he reached any great academic heights, I admit, but he did score a try against Grammar in the 3rd XV and, although Fiona and I were skiing in Aspen at the time, everyone said his performance in the challenging role of Yorick in the year 12 production of Shakespeare's Hamlet was an absolute standout.
Fiona worked her bum off to have Damo made a prefect and House Captain, as you do. She was president of the Mothers' Committee and Hon. Sec. of Sadistica 2012, the fund-raiser for the school's new Olympic Aquatic Centre, all that. Mind you, I think it helped that I myself, personally, and my father and grandfather were prefects too.
And now he's going gangbusters at John's. Obviously we hoped he'd follow me into merchant banking, but he's very much into the environment as young people often are, finishing his B.Sc in Lawn Care last year, with a High Distinction in Leaf Blowing. He's a popular kid, a born leader, looked up to. His nickname at John's is Tooley.
So it was outrageous to see his face all over the front pages and the TV news this week, like some sort of bogan hooligan. He grew up in Mosman, for heaven's sake. Big deal if a few freshers were made to eat dog food and shampoo. A few girls were called molls or sluts? As Fiona says, the way some of them dress these days, they deserve every word of it and more.
These initiation ceremonies have been happening for yonks. Students will be students. I left John's in '79, the same year as Tony Abbott. The stuff that Abbo and I got up to you wouldn't believe.
But now the do-gooders have become involved it's all gone pear-shaped. I tell you, though, I will not have Damien's future put at risk. After it hit the fan we immediately sent in Fiona's brother Xavier, who's a QC in Phillip Street, and that hosed things down quick smart. If there's any more trouble I'll ring the Cardinal myself and remind him just who stumped up six figures for the stone restoration at St Mary's.
Where we come from, tradition counts for something.