Posted on Tuesday, August 29, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

I'm glad that, after months of peace on the blog, all my old enemies, from Tony `the Gent' to Del-Boy have re-emerged; and Justin seems to have joined them.  Et tu Brute? as they say in Dagenham.  But remember,That man who has no enemies has no honour.

Justin -- I know who you are and I know where you live; and, as you see from my itinerary, I have plenty of free time to hunt you down. 

Posted on Monday, August 28, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Del, you need to remember that Lawrence of Arabia lost the entire first draft of `Seven Pillars of Wisdom' when he left it at Reading Station.   Compared to that literary tragedy, 15 chapters of `Great Achievements of the Welsh Nation' is hardly a loss -- just look at it as one less book to stick in the already overstocked `Fantasy' section of Barnes and Noble.  Every cloud has a silver lining.  Bonjour tristesse, no less.

Posted on Tuesday, August 01, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Seeing Lig's piece on MTV reminded me of the Dire Straits track, `Money for Nothing.' Not Straits greatest work (for that, go to `Making Movies' or even the first album, `Dire Straits' with the brilliant `Sultans of Swing' and `Down to the Waterline' -- though Knopfler's latest album, with Emmylou Harris is also well worth a purchase). But `Money for Nothing' was interesting, and it had one of the greatest, chunkiest guitar openings in rock history  -- approaching `Gimme Shelter' by the Stones.

Posted on Thursday, July 13, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Once again, I bring my friend and colleague, Al Groves, to the attention of readers of the Ref21 blog.  You should all check out the latest entries by his youngest daughter and his wife, both of whom give moving testimonies to the grace of Christ in the most trying of circumstances; and please, please pray.

Posted on Wednesday, July 12, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

The People Against Irony Network wish to apologise for the offensive nature of the acronym of their old name.  They had not spotted the irony. They wish to stress that they did not wish to imply that humourless, non-ironic self-importance was a monoply of Lutheranism but is actually found in all denominations and brands of Christianity.  As a result, they have agreed to change their name in order to avoid silly acronyms and better express the inclusive, conversational, inter- if not post-denominational nature of their movement.  From now on they will be know as the National Ecumenical Council of Knowledgeable People Against Ironic Names.

Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

As the seconds count down to Tony Pinnochio's deadline, I find my hope of rescue fading.  Seems the establishment at Ref21 have caved in to the vigorous campaign of the Association of Sensibly Sound People Against Irony Network to get rid of all wit and humour from the blog.  The bullet in the brain can be only days away.

Anyway, my trusty assistant , a kind of Igor to my Frankestein, sent this to me this morning:

Stick this on your next blog - this is from the latest Time Magazine (July 7, 2006) interview with Kathrine Jefferts Schori: Is belief in Jesus the only way to get to heaven?
"We who practice the Christian tradition understand him as our vehicle to the divine. But for us to assume that God could not act in other ways is, I think, to put God in an awfully small box."

God in a box?  Where have I heard that before?  You'd never guess who I had in the back of my cab the other day.....

Posted on Friday, July 07, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Well, I can now add Jerry Lee Lewis to the arcane gnostic zones of knowledge which are inaccessible to me.  A correspondent warns me not to write about Jerry Lee Lewis, as one has to be from the South to understand him which, as the writer points out, I evidently am not.  So Jerry Lee joins the ranks of the NPP (unlike all of its fans, I have no advanced degree in New Testament, and I'm also as thick as a brick), almost any American sport you can mention (I appreciate skill, not just steroid-induced size, and I don't like too many goals/points whatever), the female mind (I'm from Mars, they are from Venus), and Friends (call me a hide-bound traditionalist, but I think comedy should be funny) as areas I am simply not capable of understanding.  In fact, I'm going to focus on what I do best: cab driving.  You know, mate, I 'ad that Athanasius in the back of my cab recently.  What a diamond bloke, ayy?  Say what you like about 'im, I say, but he knew his 'omoousions from his 'omoiousions.....

Posted on Friday, July 07, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Trapped in the basement, I have no access to news.  I assume Delboy's bragging means England are out of the World Cup.  Still, I'm a grammar school boy so the emotional trauma is limited-- rugby's the only true ball game worth playing or watching.

In the meantime I note the Tour de France has been marred by doping scandal again, with the two favourites, Basso and Ullrich, withdrawing before the start.  Watch it, Delboy -- when the PCA start clamping down on those ministers who use performance enhancing drugs to make their preaching more interesting, I'm reliably informed by insiders that many famous heads will roll.

Posted on Wednesday, July 05, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Help, is there anybody out there???  Please, please come to rescue me.

I've now been held by Tony `the Gent' and his boys for three weeks in some underground location. Will somebody please try to find me and rescue me?  I can't give you a precise location -- occasionally I hear voices in a room above me, apparently talking trash about Cartesian dualism, expressing admiration for French deconstruction, and saying that the church must `move beyond the modernist impasse,' so I'm guessing that I'm either being held under a freshman frat house, or a room used for meetings of `Pretentiously Portentous Cliche-Users Anonymous,' or Tony is trying to drive me mad by making me believe I'm trapped in the mid-1980s.

Anyway, Tony and the boys say that unless they are granted free access to the Ref21 blog within the next week, they are going to put a bullet in my brain.  At the very least, that will mean I won't be able to sit down or ride my new bike for a few months.  These boys aren't fooling.  Del, just do as they say.

Posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

I'm afraid to say that Tony `the Gent' Pinnochio, Mafioso, open theist, and hit man ("No whackin too small!") is furious that the new software for the Ref21 webpage prevents him from blogging.   Thus, I pass on this note from him: