Growing old, one loses one's capacity to be shocked. But lately I have been shocked by the senior clergy in our neck of the woods.
Somers Town is just north of the British Library and Euston Station. It has always been a deprived neighbourhood. It was from here that the infant Dickens set out on his long walk to the Blacking Warehouse in Hungerford Old Stairs.
Here, in Galsworthy's , ‘Father Hilary Cherwell … restores faith in the church’ by his
