Bradley Walsh, an ITV quiz, and God’s mysterious ways
Since my last en column I’ve had the dubious pleasure of appearing on a national TV gameshow.
I think I’ve mostly got away with it where I live. While my parents in Lancashire have had numerous comments from parishioners about ‘their Rachel’s’ inglorious foray into TV stardom, down here in Surrey it has remained, much to my relief, mostly incognito. But, to quote Rico Tice quoting John Stott quoting someone else whose name I have forgotten, one ought to be prepared to ‘rejoice in one’s humiliations’. (Plus, I’ll be honest with you, I’m two days past this column’s deadline and scrambling for content.)