As it happens, I am currently re-reading Some Tame Gazelle at the moment.  I am recognising bits which must have entered deep in my consciousness:

"Lady Clara's progress was slow and stately but profitable.  She bought some jam, two marrows, half a dozen lavender sachets, a tea cosy, a pair of bed socks, some paper spills in a fancy case and an embroidered Radio Times cover."

A whole disappeared world is brought to life in that one sentence, as remote from most of us now as the Byzantine court or the funerals of the pharaohs.

"Fancied a bit of sex, so I popped up the Holloway Road."

I have not actually read them but my other half has, from which I remember the above quote.

The library where he and his partner defaced books is opposite the nearest good fishmonger.

I saw the film Prick Up Your Ears when it came out.

My Pym antidote is Dostoevsky's The Adolescent which I have heard for years was the fifth of great late novel, but I have never seen a copy until last week and I bought it.  (Memo to self - read in the next six months.)

By the nearest good fishmonger, you do mean Steve Hatt, don't you?

I regularly drive down the Holoway Road: it may - still -be a great place to shop for casual, no-strings homosexual sex, but it's hell on earth for drivers!

Went in today and they only had one - I didn't buy it cause I thought I could probably get it cheaper online (yay) and it was a bit grubby. I did however procure The Erasers for a mere £5.95 -- there's another copy sitting there still for anyone who wants it.

Also decided I require a copy of Celine's Castle to Castle so in the basket that goes (it's only money)

Over the last week I've read "Quantum Physics and Theology an Unexpected Kinship" by John Polkinghorne.  It's excellently written and he puts the case for the two subjects eloquently.  Unfortunately the kinship still eludes me unfortunately. Other than that both concepts require an act of faith.  I fully acknowledge that somewhere I've probably missed the point.  Highly recommended anyway.

I've just started "God's Undertaker.  Has Science buried God?" by John C. Lennox.  Again brilliantly written and so far is resonating with me much more perhaps because it's nearer to what I want to believe. 

In my ceaseless quest for enlightenment on a spiritual level, I'm a voracious reader on the subject.  I've read the opposing views in full i.e. Dawkins/Hawking/Penrose etc., so I thought I'd have another try with the other side.

With regard to quantum physics I think faith is very often required.  Not all theories are absolutely provable.

Your last sentence is exactly what I think too which is why I'm having problems with the "unexpected kinship" part.  The point of the book seems to be to connect Theology to Quantum Physics but I just can't see it.  I need to have it explained to me in a different way.  Perhaps the "Idiots Guide to the Unexpected Kinship between Theology and Quantum Physics". 

Whether we think it has may be a matter of taste. But whether it has a deeper ontological significance may be a matter of fact, if not one we can necessarily ever get our claws into?

[Oh, all right <pre-emptive submission >. Whether that question is or isn't meaningful could be said to be a matter of taste too, and so on probably ad infinitum. It's a fair cop. And yet ... ]

I do agree with Milly that John Polkinghorne is always both a very good read and well worth paying attention to. Nice man too.