Melbourne's Anglican Ordination of Priests. By Uncle Monty.

Melbourne's Anglican
Ordination of Priests.
By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.
If I failed to see and met Catholic
Archbishop Mark Coleridge of Canberra
while visiting Australia's capital two dayz
ago, I certainly didn't miss this afternoon
the chance to meet and chat with the
Anglican Archbishop of Melbourne Dr.
Philip Freier. Plus, taking a number of up-
front photos of him in all his archiepiscopal
vestment. No sir, I did not ... Also present
was the Bishop of Melbourne and the Dean
of the St. Paul's Cathedral Rt. Rev'd Dr.
Mark Burton. They came towards me
at the close of the four-hour Service of
Candidates for the Ordination to the
Priesthood of the Church of Australia.
The 27-page service booklet outlined
the ordaination rites of 9 female and 5
male candidates of those being called to
the ministry of the Anglican faith. The
cathedral was packed when I arrived
some two hours after the beginning
of the service with perhaps well over a
1,000 people present at Melbourne's
reknowned St. Paul's, which sits exactly
across from Federation Square that will
host the 6th World Homeless Cup 2oo8
that I am here in Australia to personally
and primarily attend. Melbourne also
hosted the 1956 Olympic Games and
the 2oo6 Commonwealth Games, too.
And, The National Eurcharistic Con-
gress in 1934 with the Papal Legate
under Pope Pius XI. I've just picked
up at the old Flinder Street bookshop
some rare b+w images of the congress
itself, which I will share later with you.
A bastion of Australian Anglicanism,
St. Paul's is an impressive Gothic-
style cathedral that isn't as big as
London's own St. Paul's Cathedral.
Through the processional doors they
came did the mass of Aussie clergy
from the archbishop down to the
theological students at the close of
the ordination service. Along with
a canopy of retired bishops, visiting
bishops, and suffragan bishops
all in their full vestments.
This year alone, I have now met
and photographed two Australian
archbishops - Archbishop Peter
Jensen of Sydney at the GAFCON
Meeting held earlier this year in
London - and today Archbishop
Philip Freier of Melbourne. Aside
from them, this year has been what
I call my "Archiepiscopal Year" upon
having now encountered and photo-
graphed the Archbishops of Albania,
Baghdad, Nigeria, South Cone, and
Canterbury. In all, 7 archbishops all
in one go. Not to mention a couple of
dozen other Anglican, Catholic and
Orthodox bishops to round out the year
of 2oo8 for me. Next, I can perhaps get
a writing job as religion critic for some
secular news media, yes? I don't
think so ... I'm too fond of all things
about The Church to write for the
secular and oftentimes godless media.
Today, I also visited St. Kilda which is
just a tram ride outside of Melbourne
itself. Lined with palm trees and a gold-
en beach and cute Edwardian bunglows
with terraced front porches, it was a
glorious visit for me. Dogs went crazy
digging big holes in the sand and rolling
happily in the sand as if born free.
Children hopped, skipped and jumped for
sheer joy on the beach with a bouyancy
and happiness of such healthy kidz who
seem so much happier and healthier here
than I've seen of kidz in America or England
or Europe. Sun-tanned women are every-
where, too, with a style all of their own that
speaks of tasteful self-assuredness and
brimming self-confidence. In the bright
blue sky above my sunburned head, I
saw loadz of guyz and girlz para-board
sailing with their kite-like and coluorful
sails that allows them to fly on the surf
and wind of the sea. It was a thrilling
sight just to watch them doing their thing.
Birds that I've never seen before in my
life are also here at St. Kilda. I don't quite
know how to describe then accurately, but
all I can say was they were very noisy
and strange and fascinating to me. On my
tram ride back to downtown Melbourne, I
bumped into a British-born retiree from
Manchester who had lived here in Oz for
the past 51 years as a tool maker when
he emigrated in his early 20's. He said he
wouldn't be seen dead in England - "It's a
hole now. Who destroyed England should
be hung by the neck ..." I couldn't agree
more with the old fellow. I only wish I
was young again for I would emigrate to
Australia in a minute. It is just a wonder-
ful country to live in. If you're young
and hold a needed trade or skill, then
Oz is the place for you. Unlike cramped
and overcrowded and damp and rip-
off England, Oz is a living dream from
what I have so far seen of the people
and country. What it must have been
like 50 years ago for the tool maker I
met must have been even more welcom-
ing than it is now. The fellow told me -
still with his clear Northern accent - that
he'd pick up the paper back then and found
lists and lists of jobs for tool makers like
him. He seemed so happy and so glad he
has forsaken England for good and will
never go back for a million dolllars
that's for sure. I almost don't want to
go back myself now to "Broken Little
Britain" after now visiting enchanting
St. Kilda ... Pity, I cannot stay for
the rest of my dayz here at Oz.
Your's, Uncle Monty.
+First Day of the Church Calender,


All's Not Well After 60.000 Years of Aboriginal History. By Uncle Monty.

All's Not Well After 60.000
Years of Aboriginal History.
By Uncle Monty.
Failure to mention Australia's Aboriginals,
is like trying to paint a picture of Oz with-
out the oils and bushes to start to paint
on a blank canvas. The Aboriginals have
suffered historically so much at the rough
hands of the first European settlers here
and much like their American counter-
parts now called Native Americans or
better known as The American Indians.
While I know abit about White America's
hideous treatment and out and out discrim-
ination against their Native Americans, I
know almost nothing about the Aboriginals
other than what I've read about them in
tourist guides and what I just read in today's
edition of the mass circulation daily newspaper
called "The Australian," with its indepth report
by staff writer Caroline Overington on the
pitiful and horrible state and condition of some
Aboriginal children. I was absolutely shocked
at what I read. Caroline's story also left shivers
down my back after reading her graphic report
entitled "Horror of abuse among children."
"THE rape of toddlers by other children is
commonplace in Aboriginal communities and,
in one case, a girl was attacked so violently
she has to wear a colostomy bag," so
wrote Caroline Overington's opening
sentence that rivetted my attention right
away. Raping toddlers by children? Is
that really possible, I asked myself? It
sounds quite unbelieveable to me, but her
report doesn't spare us from even more
gruesome details of children-on-children
and children-on-adult crime:
a) Packs of boys aged as young as 10
have raped drunk Aboriginal women
who had collapsed in the street.
b) Animals are also among the victims.
c) A 12 year old boy interfering with a
three-year old, a 13 year old boy interfer-
ing with a five year old and a 15 year old
interfering with (another) three year old.
d) One boy showed pornographic DVD's
to other children so they could re-enact
the scenes, and another, aged 11, gave
sexually transmitted disease to two
pre-school girls.
d) "The recent NSW Aboriginal child
sexual assault taskforce reported that
sibling sexual abuse is rife," reports
Caroline Overington, too.
And, e) In Brisbane, two 10 year old
boys raped a four year old boy. In central
Queensland, two juveniles and an adult
raped a three year old girl. At Aurukun,
an 11 year old boy was repeatedly
sexually assaulted by a gang of children
who spent their days watching porno-
graphy and smoking marijuana. While
at Balgo, NSW, an 11 year old male
forced two pre-school girls into having
sex with him and then infecting both
of them with his STD's.
Such gruesome details were provided
by Dr. Wendy O'Brien and her report
issued under an Australian Crime Com-
mission yesterday that had gathered
evidence from the testimony of those
involved with Aboriginal issues and
from the courts where such accused
children are handled by juvenile court
The more I read the news report, the
more I discovered the present break-
down of Aboriginal law and morality
stems from more than close to four
decades of such rot in the native
culture that now sees children doing
the kind of things most other non-
Aboriginal children do not usually
do because they live in a society
that is far removed from the
"horror of abuse among children."
I do not condemn such problem
children living in an Aboriginal culture
that they have not devised nor have
much control over. They are perhaps
as much the real victims as their crime
victims living in such isolation and mar-
ginalization inside an otherwise modern
Australian society that is rooted in
the historical injustice against such
Aboriginal people. I can and do con-
demn the savage crime, but not the
people who have been living in national
victimhood since the beginning of those
Europeans that first came by brutal force
themselves as transported convicts and
social rejects to what was then the first
British Penal Colony called Australia
and Tasmania.
Still here in Oz, Uncle Monty.
+Eve of Advent, 2oo8.
Just got this lovely email from my
London dear friend Jill Ferguson:
"Monty, it's great reading about your
adventures in Oz. Sounds like you are having
a wonderful time. I envy you the warm weather
and suntan ... send some of it our way will you!
I hope the (World Homeless) Games are a big
success next week and I'll look forward to cat-
ching up with your blog again before BT cut
off my connection. Take care and keep
having fun. Love Jill (in London).
Nov. 28th, 2008.
>> All my love Jill, my dear. Monty <<


Via Wagga Wagga To Canberra. By Uncle Monty.

Via Wagga Wagga To Canberra.
Story By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.
To journey across the territories
of Victoria and New South Wales
(NSW) for almost 10 hours to arrive
at the Australian Capital Territory
(ACT) of Canberra, I was amazed to
find the landscape reminded me so
much of the American Prairieland.
Indeed, if I didn't know I was actually
in Oz, I'd swear under oath that I was
back in America just by the sheer
landscape itself.
Beyond that, I have now spent some time
at both the Old (shown above) and New
Parliament Houses at Canberra. The folkz
here aren't so open and friendly that I have
found Aussies elsewhere to be in Australia.
The localz of Canberra don't even look at
you let alone offer you a nice word to say.
Though, such wasn't true with Carl Fromnel,
the New Parliament House's Police Service
Protection Officer, who couldn't have been
more open and friendly to me when we en-
countered each other while I was photograph-
ing the Australian Parliament from all of its
various angles. With his broad smile and
strong handshake, Carl was like most Aussies
that I have had the pleasure to meet. I've
found them to be helpful and not just friendly
and outgoing. They're gnerally pretty laid
back and casual and show little coldness or
suspicion toward strangers and visitors.
Canberra seems to be the exception ...
While here in Canberra - with no
skyscrapers like Melbourne and
Sydney - I visited the Archbishop's
House on Commonwealth Avenue at
where a number of embassies or High
Commissions are also located. My aim
in visiting Archbishop Mark Coleridge's
archiepiscopal residence was to meet
him personally and to also get some
upfront photographs of him, if he
granted me his personal permission to
do so. Regretably for me, there was no
sign of the Australian Prince of the Holy
Catholic Church nor any sign of his
staff or any vehicles in the driveway
I waited for awhile in the hope that
someone would appear at the 6-feet
high locked black iron gates so that
I could find out if the archbishop
was home or otherwise indisposed.
Nobody appeared at the gates with the
Episcopal Coat-of-Arms mounted on
both the front and back entrance gates
of his lovely white-painted residence. I
spent, in any event, a good time getting
some upclose shot of the Archbishop's
House itself, which I may included here
once I am able to upload my shots ..
Later I also photographed the British High
Commission that was like a complete gated-
community in which the Britsh diplomatic
staff there seemed to be under lock and key
in which the public had no access beyond
the side door. At the New Zealand and
Canadian High Commissions, located
next door and next door but one to the
Pommies, there was little evidence of
being under siege with their open access
unlike the Brits who seemed to be suffer-
ing from a "Seizure Mentality" toward
the general public. I found the same
mentality at South Africa's Pretoria when
I visited the British High Commission
there after being robbed by a street
gang at Johannesburg; and at our
embassy at Washington, D.C., too.
"Downtown" Canberra is hardly one to
speak of. There is a plainness and flatness
about the capital city of Australia to me.
It's dull, too, with the exception of the Parl-
iamentary Zone. I was unable to get to see
the famed Australian War Memorial due
to time constrains while staying at Can-
berra before going onto Adelaide some
800 miles away. I'll be visiting with Carl
and Mryna Hancock at nearby Adelaide
Hills. They're Welsh by birth, but they
moved some years ago to Oz to be with
their daughter after Carl retired as a prep
school housemaster at Kenya. His first book
was published this year entitled "Angel
Over Africa," of which Carl gave me a love-
ly autographed copy to read and keep.
I first met them at my Big Issue pitch
at London's Covent Garden. I'm looking
forward to us getting together again on
the other side of the world from my pitch.
And talking of my pitch, I still have
yet to see a Aussie Big Issue vendor
selling on the streets of Melbourne or
here at the capital city of Australia.
Perhaps, I'll finally will see such street
vendors at the opening of the 6th
World Homeless Cup next Monday.
I hope so. Another thing, I've yet to
see my first kangroo. Not a one have
I seen thus far in almost a week here.
I did, however, see my first camels
near a town called Yass in New South
Wales. Yes, camels but no kangaroos.
The camel trade is a growing Aussie
export business at where they're
sold and shipped to Saudi Arabia and
the Middle East because Australian
camels are not totally inbred like many
camels are in the their native Arabian
I'm getting a deep sun burn already
with the daylight beginning just before
5:00am and sunset just after 8:00pm.
So the dayz here are full of 15 hours of
welcome sunlight to me and I assume,
too, for the local folkz of Oz.
My only real sour note at Canberra
was at the local Lan Games and Inter-
net Cafe called "The Barracks" at the
corner of Verity Lane and Alinga Street.
What they did was pulled the plug on
my computer without warning me that
my time was up and thus I lost all the
data to this online story of mine called
"Via Wagga Wagga To Canberra." I was
forced to re-do my story from memory
when I got back to Melbourne this morning.
I walked out in disgust at their bastard
business attitude, especially after I was
first assured I would simply be charged
for whatever time I used beyond my first
AUS$8 - 4 quid - of use. Instead, they
pulled the plug without any time warning.
It is easy to lose track of precise time when
you're writing your blog for your growing
readership like mine. "The Barracks"
was packed with 'puter gamesterz and
the place was like a loud drinking bar
with screams and laughter from the
punk-type crowd that was beyond rea-
son. Every minute or so, they'd scream
more and more like lunatics at some
game score or other of their's. If you
ever arrive at Canberra, be sure to
NOT patronize such a cold and greedy
business like "The Barracks." I was al-
most going to ask them to refund my
money, but I realised I was out num-
bered anyway. One of the guyz did say
"sorry," but I told him "Sorry doesn't
cut it mate," and I stormed out of the
bloody rip-off place.
As for the homeless of Canberra, I did
see the big white truck of "Vinnies Night
Patrol" that feeds the capital city home-
less on the streets every night with their
Soup Kitchen or Tea Runs. That's the
closest I've gotten so far to the Australian
homeless, since I've seen no begging on
the streets or Aussie Big Issue vendors.
Although Christmas is just around the
corner, I see fairly subdued displays
of Christmastide here. When I was in
Iran's Shiite last Christmas, I think
ironically there was more elaborate
Christmas shop window displays than what
I have seen so far in Canberra or Melbourne.
Perhaps next at Adelaide - The City of
Churches - I'll see alot more of the Christmas
Spirit there than I have so far in Victoria
and New South Wales. Adelaide is in the
territory of South Australia, by the way.
I'm trying to think if I have missed telling
you something else about my wonderful
trip, but for now I'll just close my story
line since I need to get elsewhere pretty
fast after having a great Aussie breakfast
at Sam Serhan's 3FOUR2 upon my arrival
back to Melbourne at 6:15 this morning ...
Take care everybody, Uncle Monty.
+Santa Maria, 2oo8.
Dear Monty,
Thank you for your second e-mail. I would have
replied yesterday but the machine kept telling me
that I was making some error which it did not explain.
We look forward to the phone contact (from you.).
You certainly get about. We have never been to
Canberra. But we have seen kangaroos, two this
morning looking out at us over a fence close by this
place. 'The World Homeless Games'. Sounds amazing.
I hope it gets a lot of coverage. Are the media up to it.
Perhaps they are getting coverage but just haven't
seen/read it. Coach to Adelaide, sounds tough going
to me but I lack the adventurous spirit of you,
Monty. Best wishes for now -and good luck!
Carl and Myrna (of Adelaide Hills). I'll shortly be
visiting with them after my 12 hour or so drive
to Adelaide from here at Melbourne).
Nov. 28th, 2008.


Skydeck88 at Australia's Melbourne. By Uncle Monty.

Skydeck88 at Australia's Melbourne.
Story By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.
A modern skyline city, Melbourne is the capital
of the State of Victoria with a population of
4.8 million people. It has a mix of old Italian
and Greek immigrants from the 1950's and
later in the 1980's a large inflow of Lebanese
and Pacific Island people. The most recent and
newest immigrants are Sudanese and Somalians,
who are being blamed now for the latest skyrock-
ing crime rates at Melbourne, at Victoria, and
at South Australia's capital of Adelaide. Reading
the Andrew Bolt column in Australia's local Sun
Herald newspaper with his story "Race Offense
Against Truth," it seems that to say something
bad about bad immigrants is fround upon here
much like in England at where almost 2 million
Africans have been allowed to flood the country
under New Labour's policy of mass immigration
of the scale unseen ever before in the UK. But
looking around Melbourne in the past two days
looks to me to be pretty mild of the numbers of
African immigrants here compared to London.
In fact, the numbers of Asians far outnumber
the Africans I have seen on the streets here.
But no matter at wherever they show up,
African immigrants invarably bring trouble
and bad news with them. It seems at Oz,
they've done pretty much the same although
their numbers here are a trife compared to
those found in Britain and Europe itself.
Elsewhere at Melbourne there stands the
tallest building in the Southern Hemisphere
that is named The Eureka Tower (shown
above) with its 88-floor high magnificent
structure that confirm's Melbourne's
status as indeed a modern skyline city
that rivals the biggest and best of any
American city today, architectually
speaking. The street layout of Mel-
bourne is much like an American city,
too, with the city centre of straight-
lined streets and town blocks.

Known simply as Skydeck88, the Eureka
Tower's panoramic view from the top deck is
truly awesome and a photographer's delight to
be able to capture, like I did, the Aussie city
in all its true size and modern shape.
Although with that said, I don't consider
Melbourne to be a beautiful or grandly state
territorial capital by far. In some ways, it's
rather unattractive to the eye at first.
At least to me ...
Here's alittle more about Skydeck88.
It's the world tallest residential tower.
The facade consists of glass and alumin-
ium panels covering an area of 40.000
square meters. And, 24 carat gold-plated
glass is found at the top 10 of the 88
floors. It has 3.680 stairs and the build-
ing cost AUS$500 million when it opened
in 2006 after over 4 years to complete.
My panoramic photos of Skydeck 88 will
be uploaded once I have access to do so.
Today at Melbourne as turned out to
be a very hot summer's day after being
damp and dreary yesterday. The heat
now is enough to give me a nice and
needed sun tan ... I'm now off to
Australia's capital of Canberra that is
a 9 to 10 hour drive and not a 5 or 6
hour one that I first believed was
the case.
Must rush again to be off elsewhere in
The Land of Oz, which I am enjoying so
much just being here for the first time in
my life. It also mean I have now visited
ever continent in the world, except Antar-
tica, by my visit here to Australiasia ...
Cheers, Uncle Monty.
+St. Richard, 2oo8.



Waltzing In Matilda At Down Under.
Oz Story By Uncle Monty.
On this the other side of the world I now gaze on
Down Under from its second largest city at spring-
time Melbourne. I’m here to attend the 6th World
Homeless Cup in which 59 nations will be repre-
sented by homeless folkz from all around the world
and with some of them playing soccer like profess-
ionals despite their footie status as only humble
and amateur ball players.
I have now travelled, with one stopover at Hong Kong,
almost 10.000 miles just only one way to get here to see
what "The Land of Oz" is all about. So far, so good. Here,
too, they naturally go “Waltzing in Matilda” and so now
do I. I’ve also gained around 14 hours on the world
clock since it’s pretty first thing Monday morning
here rather than at what is still England’s very late
Saturday night or very early Sunday morning.
I’ll report online from Melbourne and elsewhere in
Australia from time to time. I’m staying here initially
at the former Old Nunnery of the Sisters of Charity.
I’m here primarily to enjoy some of the homeless foot-
ball games and meeting many homeless people from
around the world. And, of course, to explore whatever
I can of Australia itself and even her famous Outback
and all thingz kangaroo ... while I’m here for the
next 12 days or so …
Will post some of my photographs from here, too,
if I have access to upload such pictures to my
blog at thebiggerissue.org. If not, I’ll put them all
together to upload upon my return to frigid Olde
London Towne at where I am told it's now icy
cold while I am now enjoying the full blossom
of warm summertime here at Big Oz.
And no, no, no, I’m not representing John Bird
nor his Vauxhall gang at London’s Big Issue HQ.
They’ve not asked me to do that nor offered me a
dime to get to Oz. I’m here due entirely to Contessa
Maria’s kindness and never-failing personal gener-
osity to me and not due in anyway to The Big Issue
sponsoring me as some first thought was the case in
me travelling almost halfway around of the world.
Here at Australia, The Big Issue is Australian
and it is completely independent of London's
Big Issue folkz. Perhaps the only disappointment
for me is that the Aussie Big Issue was unable to
put together the open proposal to inaugurate The
1st International Conference on Homelessness that
would have nicely coincided with The 6th World
Homeless Cup, which the Aussie Big Issue has
so ably sponsored. Such a homeless conference
wasn’t to be, according to what I was told earlier
by Aussie Big Issue's Sandra Del Monaco. Pity.
Perhaps next time. The pressing issue of
homelessness is a global problem of ever-
growing proportion and complexity it
seems to me and to many of those who
are experts on the issue of homelessness
and social marginalization.
And so before I now sign off from Down Under it-
self, I must express without a doubt my complete
"THANK YOU" to Maria for her so fully under-
writing all the financial expenses of me being able
to come here to Australia in the first place as an
English approved-sheltered and housed pensioner,
as a big busy body and as an opinionated blogger, and
as an unsponsored and non-representative of the
British Big Issue even though I am one of its long-
standing street vendors at London's Covent Garden.
Thank you ever so much my dear Maria …
Uncle Monty Now At Down Under.
Do take care everybody and my good
wishes to you all as I happily go
"Waltzing in Matilda At Down Under."
Every Cheer, Uncle Monty.
+Eve of Christ The King, 2oo8.
:: UPDATE ::
My first full day inside Australia has been a day
basic discovery of Melbourne itself which today
seems quite dreary with the weather now quite
damped and overcast. They say here that it isn't
unusual for Melbourne to have the 4 Seasons in
just a day going from winter to spring to summer
and then to autumn all rolled-up in one. Whatever
I'm going next to Canberra, the capital, some 5 to
6 hours away from here tomorrow and later in the
week I will visit Adelaide - The City of Churches -
that is another 5 hour ride on the other side of
the country and south the other way from Mel-
bourne. I plan also to see the famous Penguin
Parade at Phillips Island off the coast of Victoria.
Must run, have much more to do today ...
Cheers, Uncle Monty from Down Under, 2oo8.


JOHN EVELYN : An Anglican Diarist. Notes By Uncle Monty.

JOHN EVELYN: An Anglican Diarist.
Notes By Uncle Monty.
John Evelyn (1620-1706) was an English lay
Anglican from the top of his 17th century
head to the bottom of prolific diarist's feet.
Now, more than 300 years after his
death, John Evelyn has become the
focus of interest again among modern-
day academic scholars and some imbued
European and American theologians.
An Albion Royalist by deep disposition
and a sound diarist by almost any standard,
Evelyn is noted to have been "a represent-
ative of much that was best in 17th century
lay Anglicanism," states the late Lady Mar-
garet Professor of Divinity Dr. F. L. Cross.
Professor Cross adds, "Among his (Evelyn's)
best known works include Fumifugium (1661),
Sculptura (1662), and Sylva (1664). Of more
specifically religious interest are his Mystery
of Jesuitism (1664), The Pernicious Conse-
quences of the New Heresie of the Jesuites
Against the King and the State (anon. 1666)
and his translation of The Golden Book of St.
John Chrysostom concerning the Education
of Children (1659); and two posthumous
publications, The Life of Mrs. (Margaret)
Godolphin (ed. by Sidney Wilberforce, 1847)
and The History of Religion (ed. by R. M.
Evanson, 2 vols., 1850."
The latest biogaphy of John Evelyn appeared
earlier this year at The Yale University Press:
"Gillian Darley provides a rounded portrait of
Evelyn’s eighty-five years--his family life, his exile in
Paris, his interests, and his preoccupations. Evelyn
lived through some of England’s most tumultuous
history, through five reigns, the Civil War, the
Restoration, and the Revolution of 1688. He was
author or translator of countless publications, tackling
an enormous variety of contemporary issues. Both a
religious man and a key figure in the Royal Society,
he viewed Christianity and the new science as wholly
compatible. Evelyn remained endlessly curious and
engaged into very old age, and this absorbing bio-
graphy demonstrates the liveliness of his hugely
busy mind," states the online book review at Yale's
website. The only fault with the review is no mention
is made there of John Evelyn's staunch Anglicanism
and his prominent part in lay church affairs,
"especially in the rebuilding of St. Paul's Cathedral,"
notes Professor Cross in his written Evelyn synopsis
found in The Oxford Dictionary of the Christian
Church, p. 479, 1961.
At age 27, John Evelyn married Mary the daughter
of Sir Richard Browne (1605-83) at Paris. She was
only 12 year old at her marriage to him. They also
both lived at the same time as the most noted
English diarist of the day called Samuel
Pepys (1633-1703).
At London's Deptford at where Evelyn settled
at Sayes Court in 1652, there is to this very
day a local British pub that bears his name.
And for today's worldwide Anglicans, John
Evelyn should be honoured almost as a lay
saint by those who respect and cherish the
extraordinary history of the English Church
and her rootednes in Historic Anglicanism.
Faithfully, Uncle Monty.
+Edmund, King-Martyr of East Angles,
Episcopal Church dissidents aim for new church.
By Michael Conlon, Religion Writer.


Come, Let Us Worship At The New Temple of Greed. By Uncle Monty.

Come, Let Us Worship At
The New Temple of Greed.
Story By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.
Cold, clinical, and classless was Europe’s newest,
biggest, costliest, and most unfriendly, £1.7 billion
Westfield Shopping Centre that opened with great
and contrived public fanfare just over two weeks
ago at the seven million-populated
British capital of London.
With thousands of blinding neon and regular
lights, coupled with gaudy trappings, tacky
and loud displays, expensive designer goods,
and a constant uniformity of major brand
name stores, Westfield gave little or no
warmth or comfort to the sheep-like wond-
erings of its new shoppers or curious visitors
checking out the spacious interior and its floor
plan that required lengthy and tiring walks
to view the whole shebang. Everywhere in-
side Westfield, seemed so mechanical and
impersonal. Plus, somehow it was even frozen
in its artificial atompshere and its rude and
blatant "grab-by-the-throat" commercialism.

Main Entrance To Westfield.
There was also, being so new, a shining strange-
ness about the place that prevented any real or
discernable ambience. No depth of creditability
or any standing of a good business reputation
seemed evident despite the moneyed accolades
by city business leaders and rhetorical political
officials at the grand opening of the Westfield
Shopping Centre.
Westfield itself is so overly ostentatious,
too, it could give giddy spells and spasms to
some folkz on the spot. Despite that, what
Westfield really is is just a fancy, cosmetic,
and shallow strip mall by any other name.
Even worse, it beckons and allures without
saying “Come, Let Us Worship At The
New Temple of Greed.”
That it surely is …
An Exterior View of Westfield Mall.
With 265 retail stores on two levels, with 14-
screen cinemas set to open by mid-2oo9,
along with parking space for 4.500 cars and
£250 million spent to revamp the local public
transport system at Shepherd’s Bush, White
City and Wood Lane, Westfield could well land-
up as a huge White Elephant despite its fancy
entrances called The Atrium and The Village.
It’s also a “shopaholic’s paradise,” declared
boldly the four-page supplement in the daily free-
sheet called “thelondonpaper.” Ah yes, “paradise”
does then exist at The New Temple of Greed? For
some, most definitely yes. How empty are these
people spiritually and emotionally for their need
to be consummate consumers with avaricious de-
light and gluttonous taste? Where have all the roses
gone? What have we done to be so seduced by such
a hollow commercial contraption and so-called
“shopping revolution” like Westfield Shopping Centre?
Perhaps, after all is said and done, Westfield maybe
little more than a “shopping revulsion” for some
at Europe’s "New Temple of Greed."
Bigger Than Life At Westfield Shopping Mall.
Give it 10, 15 or 20 years from now and Westfield
will start crumbling as a physical structure. Chips

and dents were already seen on the some of the
outdoor furniture and the place has only been
opened less than three weeks ... Let alone, if it
can commercially-survive for say 10 or 15 or so
long years as Europe’s present largest shopping
mall. If last Thursday's morning visit was any
indication at all of the future commercial via-
bility of Westfield, then it looks pretty grim
with most stores quite empty and few
shoppers carrying any shopping bagz.
Westfield, with its 1 and 2 level shopping areas,
would require a small fortune to patronize just
five percent of the 265 business stores. Fatigue
soon sets in just walking about to window shop
let alone actually spending time and good money
in each store of one’s desire and fancy. In reality,
London's Westfield Shopping Centre is a complete
overkill no matter how you shuffle the cards.
Westfield's Main Walking Artery.
Talk could be sorrowfully heard just 18 months ago
about helping the corner shop or small store owner
in England from being gobbled up and put out of
business by such gangly commercial ventures like
Westfield. They die do the little guyz, while the big,
greedy, and ugly guyz continue to dominate the mar-

ket share and choice of the shopping public that quickly
flock to buy from the big stores and not the little ones.
Folkz will travel miles to go to the New Temples of
Greed like Westfield, but won’t walk just down the
street to buy something from their local family-owned

store. “My mom only shops at Waitrose and never at
Woolies,” was the refrain of one lady who rarely shops,
she said, at her corner shop. Why? ”Because the produce
is too expensive and past-dated,” she said. She was
impressed by Westfield, declaring “It’s a lovely
shopping place … “ Isn’t it like a New Temple
of Greed?, she was asked. “Oh, goodness me,

NO.” Then she jokingly added, "I’m a good
Catholic girl, so there you are …” Guess she
was about 40 years of age and dressed like an
English soccer mom of sorts with her own mom
at her side. It was noticeable and abit odd, too,
the number of old age pensioners seen visiting
Westfield primarily to look and not to shop
and buy, presumably.
An Interior View of Westfield Shopping Centre.
Having spent about an hour inside Westfield, within

the first ten minutes of being there a young brash
security employee stated no photographs were
permitted. Dozen of folkz were photographing inside
the new shopping centre without any fear of being
ordered to stop taking harmless picture. So a nasty
taste of Westfield was immediately left in the mouth
at such a petty policy of anti-photography. Whatever,
be damned or not, there was no reason not to continue
taking whatever photos were needed to tell the story

herein of The Westfield Shopping Mall. Such, then,
are seen here of the images presented of the in-
side and outside of The New Temple of Greed
after being told not to take photographs. To
hell with such small-minded idiots.
And so now let us worship and take home with

you the lifeless goods that gives you a sense of
earthly paradise. If not that, then a feeling of
momentary happiness despite the credit crunch
and the coming recession (that's already here
for many) and the impending joblessness for
millions of British folkz to bite their teeth on with
distress and anger. Those Westfield shopping
bagz will then soon look like a waste of time
and, of course, a big waste of money. True.

Regards to everybody, Uncle Monty.
+Third Sunday Before Advent, 2oo8.

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