listening to the big hymns on full volume… soaking it up. why’s there no adequate secular equivalent to everyone getting together and singing a balad every morning before you start your work? I remember 11am on the morning of the Royal Wedding as me and my brother dragged ourselves from westminister, where we’d camped out, to Marble arch to get the bus back to Oxford and as we passed Hyde Park we saw all the people who were having picnics, faces painted, waving union jacks or standing as Jerusalem Blasted from Hyde Park’s speakers. It was beautiful.