If you live in Scotland what do the words Single Supper mean to you? Exactly. They mean you want your fish or pie or deep-fried pizza on its own without chips. That’s what a Single Supper is in our chip shops. But we at Christ Church are going to start something entirely new (for us) which hopefully will not involve a fish with no chips.
You see, it is all about single people. I remember being told by a single woman in a previous parish that she found it hard being single in church. I’ve always been single in church and never had a problem and indeed, was quite surprised at her comments. But then, I am an extrovert who doesn’t mind going to things alone. But she felt that most of church was geared towards families and couples and that it really was quite hard to turn up on your own to things.
Last week someone in Christ Church brought up the subject again. She is a recent widow and feels that she’d like to try out new restaurants or go to a movie and wondered if anyone else in church is on their own and would like to go too. A few of us singles had a blether and agreed that we would like to go to the new restaurant at Beancross so we’re going on Wednesday. Of course the person who suggested it doesn’t really want to organise it!! And someone else had to make the booking, but it is a start.
Now we need a name. We can find plenty events and eating places to try. But what shall we call ourselves? The Single Supper Club? But we might not always go for supper… Any suggestions? We want it to say what it does on the tin, ie that it is for singles. But not in a dating kind of way, if you know what I mean. The Singles Club seems just a bit desperate if you know what I mean.
Of course now I feel that we are excluding all those married people who’d love to join us… You can’t win.
5 Book reviews are awaiting attention and some are long overdue so today was dedicated ‘reading and no nonsense day’ in the Innes household. But what a distraction to find in the very first book – The Edge of God – where I came across a contributor by the name of Pink Dandelion. Pink Dandelion! What a joy to find. A little more procrastination research brought forth this article from an old Church Times.
Pink, and I’m sure he won’t mind the informality, is Professor of Quaker Studies in Birmingham. His name came about when he was living in an anarchist peace camp and some agreed to change their names to protest to names being handed down by fathers; also to choose names that were neither male nor female.
So my question today is… what name would you have chosen?
Me? Purple Puffin, I think.
A long, long time ago, when I worked for the Rock Trust, I came across a minister with a very funny name. No, I will not mention it here just in case he is not aware of how amusing it is. It was a quiet afternoon, if I remember correctly, and we spent the next wee while sharing amusing names. For example, I was at school with a girl called Hazel Nutt. And so it went on… and on… and on… My, how we laughed. I wrote them down and over the years I have added to my list. Now, whenever I am feeling low there is nothing quite like getting the Funny Names List out and having a good chortle.
Imagine my delight to discover that there is now a book of these names: Potty, Fartwell & Knob by Russell Ash. And what a delight it is. Thousands and thousands of amusing names to titter over. Want to hear some?
Nicholas If-Jesus-Had-Not-Died-For-Thee-Thou-Hadst-Been-Damned Barebon (son of Praise-God Barbon)
and a whole host of Emma Royds etc.
Bliss! Baptisms are going to be such fun from now on. What suggestions I shall have.