Wild living; a pop star royal; feminist icons; intrigue and spin doctors by the bucketful; ethnic cleansing; a beauty parade for political expediency; executions left right and centre. No, it’s not a satirical comment on New Labour (nor on any Government I know alive or nearly dead). Nor, is it a commercial for life beyond graduation; it’s not even related to a Soap Opera, though I must say that, taken as a whole (which is what usually happens), it would make a great plot line for a particularly colourful episode. It’s certainly not the sort of thing you’d expect from a respectable Cambridge College.

Into this chaos came a young woman who would change the course of history forever. Whether you use the name her own people gave her or the one she was forced to adopt after her marriage, there is no doubt that the girl who became Miss Persia 478 BC, at a still point of the turning world, came for such a time as this.

Something Gritty To Chew On

Welcome to my blog.

Some entries will have practical applications whilst others may resemble a Daliesque stream of consciousness. Those are the more personal entries as I’m holding up a mirror to my own thoughts as I reflect on my faith and life’s journey.

Feel free to comment but please respect these words, thoughts and ideas for what they are.  Most of them come from experience; others will reflect my reading and travel experiences over the next three months. Some are reworkings of older material (where is that PhD when you need it?) – a few will probably be written with the effort of getting my allotment ready for winter. (There’s a message in that somewhere, I’m sure).

Some will provoke, others warn or warm – some may even move you. When you do read, ask God what He might be saying to you. I’d love to hear about it.

The working title for my blog comes from two dialect words in use in rural Cambridgeshire until the 1970’s. A slap up meal at Mrs Miggins’ pie shop for anyone who deciphers the true meaning!