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I know it’s high summer in Europe but the fact that it took 10 days for the resignation of Archbishop Philip Wilson to be accepted in Rome highlights some serious problems.

Every year, the London Evening Standard publishes a list of the capital’s most influential thousand people from all areas of activity. I had the job of thinking of 10 people who are reasonably prominent and play a part in public life. And you know, it was rather hard.

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I REMEMBER when I first saw someone touch a statue in a religious way. It was in 1971 in St Anselm’s church, Tooting Bec, a busy if at the time rather grubby house of God.

It seems almost impossible that anyone can have watched unmoved the extraordinary international effort to free the Thai teenage football team trapped in the flooding mountain caves.

In the square in front of the very fine railway station in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, there stands a bronze statue of Harold Wilson, a local boy who made it to 10 Downing Street, in mid, purposive (a favourite word of his) stride.

IN THE DOG DAYS of August, there’ll be a series on BBC Radio called The Thin Red Line, about conflict resolution.

A beautiful mosaic in Rome discovered on Twitter.

I was in a wheelchair once. Not for terribly long – on and off for a year or so. But long enough to know that the world looks different from a wheelchair.

ABOUT 20 years ago I went to Bhutan to visit an architect friend who was working there. It was quite the most extraordinary trip; as close as I’ll ever get to the society of the early modern period here.

Journalists understand that the identity of a confidential source must be concealed, even at the risk of prison for contempt of court. Fortunately, it rarely happens. It is even less likely that a Catholic priest would ever be called upon to reveal something said to him under the seal of the confessional

I’VE BEEN TO Jerusalem and I’ve been to Mexico, but until this week, I’d never been to Prescot Street, near the Tower of London.

At the beginning of this month I had a bizarre but illuminating experience. I visited Cape Wrath, which is the extreme north-western tip of the United Kingdom.

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