Justin Welby has resigned and there’ll be a new Justin Welby elected later by some Synod or enclave or whatever is the collective term for a bunch’a people wearing silly hats.

He had to go, there was no way back. To ‘not take action’ when child abuse is suspected is to be complicit. And he didn’t, so he was. If you follow…

I won’t bang on about the irony in which a church which spends half its time banging on about ‘sacrifice’ and morality, is prepared to sacrifice its own morality to protect its reputation. ‘The Church’ must endure, intact, over and above all other considerations.

But we know all that. We’ve been all over the Vatican and done it before. And doubtless will do it all again, real soon.

Yet when you look into the man who ‘was’ Justin Welby, you find a brilliant story. Not saying any of this justifies or even mitigates his wrong-doing. Just that its a great story. Not of rags to riches, more of riches-to-fancy dress.

His mum, Jane, was from aristocracy. Some of whom, granted, don’t have pots in which to pee, but this lot did. Thus did young Justin go to Eton. Which tells you three things immediately: he’s never flipped burgers at McDonalds, He can trace his back ancestry to Ethelred the Unready. He doesn’t support West Ham.

Justin’s ‘father’ is much more interesting. He has 2. One who was his ‘dad’ and one who provided the sperm required to make him. Jane was Winston Churchill’s personal secretary, had an affair with Winnie’s private secretary (sounds almost incestuous), then married Gavin Welby, with whom she raised little baby Justin. Who didn’t know who his ‘bio-logi-cal’ father was until 60 years later. That was Sir Anthony Montague Brown. As you’d expect. And a distant progenitor of his was a slaver who received compensation from our government when they totally ruined his career.

Other dad, Gavin, was Jewish. What that makes Justin I don’t know, but the rule is that for really good people, one Jewish relative out of 722 is sufficient to ‘claim’ him, but for disgraced scumbags, we’ll deny it all.

Gavin and Jane were both alcoholics, so it wasn’t all good for Justin, he was probably pleased to be away at Eton in the comfort of his ‘close friends’ and the fagging system.

Anyway, he’s gone now. The Archbishop of Canturbury is ‘dead’, long live the next…

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx