- that I am a connoisseur of classical music. It was only some way in to a one-sided conversation about some mass in something minor that the shocked person discovered that my record collection contained none. They were obviously programmed to believe that all vicars' musical taste should end at 1850; unfortunately mine began in 1960 (well I'll allow a few jazz/blues classics and Heartbreak Hotel was released in 1956)
- that I would love religious art. I do like some religious art, but it doesn't follow that I want to surround myself with only religious artefacts in my home. My, er, railway pictures are a bit of a give-away.
- that I don't drink. The CAMRA guide was a bit of a clue.
- that I have never heard bad language, or that using bad language requires an apology to me. On at least one occasion I thought the parents with young children within earshot needed an apology much more than I did.
Monday, November 23, 2009
It has been refreshing to be a clergyperson in a place where people don't rush to assumptions about you. During my ordained life the following incorrect assumptions have been made about me: