


I love the Dali but thought it was much better in the St Mungo than Kelvingrove. SJC was the poetry/spirituality of my High Church youth.
Actually, I prefer it in Kelvingrove though that may be something to do with the memory of going to see it as a child.
I think I heard that they are shifting it again from the end of the long collonade, which I think would be a shame, particularly as it was hung in contradistinction to Stephen Conroy’s magnificent self portrait (at the end of the nearest next collonade) which I suspect most people don’t realise is also a crucifixion.
When I saw it in Kelvingrove in August, it was in a small room. Although I waited till the sardine tin crush of no more than a dozen people had left, there was still no space to stand back and appreciate it – the lighting wasn’t helpful either. It was so much better at the end of the long corridor.
I think it had the space at St Mungo and you had plenty of room to sit on the sofa and gaze at it. But hey, it’s still a wonderful art work.
Am living through a litany of lotions and potions, pills and powders. Thus far, the past few days have included: paracetamol lemsip (max strength) vicks vapour rub (v sticky) benylin strepsils tyrozets lightbox (first outing of the winter) multivitamins rhodiola rosea cod liver oil The remarkable thing is that I’ve had to buy none of…
Vestry members – please note that this evening’s vestry meeting is cancelled. (I had been hoping to be well enough, but am still afflicted and don’t want to be passing what I’ve got to the rest of you). Please deal with questions arising from this month’s reports by e-mail during the coming week. I will…
Here is the sermon that I croaked this morning. Not having much voice, I’ve no idea whether people could hear it or not. The snuffling of the mancold which I’ve been afflicted with prompted me to dip into the file of “old sermons about the rich man and lazarus” and pull this one out. Last…
I’ve been called quite a lot online this week. Anglican Mainstream was referring to me as the Provost of Glasgow. I’m not,of course. The provost of a city in Scotland is its civic leader, like a mayor. In any case, Glasgow has a Lord Provost. I’m the Provost of St Mary’s Cathedral, Glasgow. Similarly, I…
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