Here is the gate to the churchyard of St Olave's Hart Street in the City of London.  Samuel Pepys's church



Charles Dickens called it St Ghastly Grim, on account of the skulls and spikes and wrote of it in The Uncommercial Traveller:

I have been to see the Coliosseum by the light of the moon.  Is it worse to go to see St Ghastly Grim by the light of the lightening? ....  I found the skulls most effective, having the air of a public execution ,an seeming, as the lightening flashed,, to wink and grin with the pain of the spikes.

Southwark Cathedral has street cred.  I remember attending  the controversial service there ten years ago to mark the anniversary of the Lesbian and Gay Christian Movement.  Just as soon sing You'll never walk. alone or Climb every mountain as Jerusalem. I suspect some of those who sing it would be shocked by Blake's undoubted left wing credentials

The kind of Telegraph and Mail readers I am thinking of are not into Christian Orthodoxy.  To say there is no such thing as society is deeply heretical.  The doctrine of the Trinity implies social relationship is at the very heart of being.

Yes, Charles Dickens was a peculiar man.  It is not suprising his marriage was an utter disaster, despite his nine children.

Limpsfield church where Delius is buried.

John, as an experienced driver, I'm sure you'd want to acknowledge that it's a 'One Way' sign, not a 'keep right' one. One way to hell, presumably. 

And here is one of John Betjeman's favourite churches, the parish church of St Protus and St Hyacinth, Blisland, Cornwall



It is a granite medieval church but its glory is that c1900 it had a rector with private means and catholic sympathies got F C Eden to install this glorious screen, and vaguely Renaissance style fittings.

There is a family connection as my mother's maternal grandmother was nursery maid to the rector and got married in the church here, I hope when the screen where in their first glory.  Later her first child, my mother's aunt, was christened here.

Here is the High Altar, with stained glass figures of Protus, Hyacinth and Our Lady in the Early English lancet window.  Protus and Hyacinth are not more of that army of exotic Cornish saints, but early Roman martyrs.