Monday, December 31, 2007

The holy trinity

When I was 17, I was selected to take part in the Canadian National Student Debating Seminar, taking place that year in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Earnest young gobshites from the length and breadth of Canada were billeted on kindly and respectable residents of the town; I was taken in by the mayor of Halifax himself.

As one might expect from a gentleman in such an exalted position, the mayor had met the great and good of all nations, a fact of which he was quietly proud. Above his mantelpiece were three framed photographs, depicting the most prestigious of these encounters: the mayor meeting Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II; the mayor meeting His Holiness Pope John Paul II; and the mayor meeting...


Kenny New Year, everyone.

8 comments:

Murph said...

The internet is a strange place Tim. My friend Mr P. is a member of this.

Marsha said...

Happy New Year, Tim! Have a good one.

Betty said...

It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralysed.

Have a happy and prosperous New Year.

bye bye bellulah said...

You've painted up your lips and rolled and curle your tinted hair

Happy New Year

Fat Roland said...

I got given a cat by the Bishop of Halifax once. Happy New Year.

patroclus said...

Blimey, first Blockbusters, and now this! Tim, you are a man of many talents and achievements.

Also: I've been trying to work out your tagline for ages, but I think it's the Thompson Twins.

Happy New Year!

Tim Footman said...

That's terrifying, Murph. Rather too many of them resemble my dad.

You too, Marsha. All the best.

Betty and Bellulah clearly only know the really depressing one.

Is that a euphemism, Roland?

I'd like to pretend it's Kierkegaard, Patroclus, or maybe Foucault but, yes, it's them with the wacky haircuts.

Annie Rhiannon said...

Kenny new year to you too, Timothy.