The Norton Anglican Cafe, my favourite wifi place in Walsingham, presents a totally schizophrenic experience.
Surrounded by gorgeous flowers, visited by Anglican clergy and other Anglicans with plummy accents, the food is quite good. But, one has to listen to music from the 1960s, Saturday Night Fever, Hello Mrs. Robinson, rap and other weird songs, which are, frankly, decadent. Nasty words from Frank Sinatra songs and show tunes which are far from holy in the lyrics break into one's consciousness, jarring the otherwise bucolic and serene setting. Do Anglicans like this sort of music?
It is as if the seamy side of New York has crashed into the little, holy corner of England like a bolt of satanic lightning. But, one can one expect? Most people's sensitivities are not the same as mine, or they just ignore the horrible words and less than satisfactory singing.
I am retreating into the little cell in my mind.