CONGRATULATIONS on some superb improvisation from The Bishop Of Sheffield Steven Croft recently.
Sources (ie. the parish mag) tell us, after his home pond started leaking, the church man acted fast to save the lives of the 17 fish. He set up a paddling pool in his garage and quickly transferred the helpless fellows who were no doubt starting to fear being good only to go on a butty.
Being a good religious man, of course, The Bishop found a suitable metaphor in the whole ordeal
“My Christian life, at its best, is like a leaking pond,” he wrote. “I need to come back to God, time after time, to be filled and refreshed.”
God bless indeed.
YET another spot from Diary spies and this one comes all the way from Lille in North France.
This street, Boulevard de Leeds, is close to the city’s train station.
“But there’s no Boulevard de Sheffield,” says our snapper. “Disgraceful. It’s enough to make you boycott French bread.”
SOMETHING which definitely shouldn’t be boycotted is the offer to look around Park Hill on Friday.
Developers Urban Splash are giving a rare free tour and, if you’ve never seen the monstrosity/masterpiece from up close and inside, I can’t recommend it enough.
The place, however you want to interpret this, is jaw-dropping.
Takes place 1pm. Book at www.sheffieldcivictrust.org.uk