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This article shows that when you're in a chatroom, you should be careful to whom you talk and even more careful of whom you meet.

Monsignor Eugene V. Clark, once secretary to Francis Cardinal Spellman, and spokesman for the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York for many years, and until he resigned a few days ago Rector of St. Patrick's Cathedral, has been named as co-respondent in a divorce petition filed by his longtime personal secretary's husband. She is 33 years Clark's junior.

You can read about it here, as long as you don't mind registering with the New York Times.

Clark has been on record as blaming the breakdown of priestly morality to the fact that seminaries have been admitting homosexual students. Obviously, this does not apply in his case.

I met Clark when I was a RC seminarian in New York, and he always seemed too slick for his own good.

There was a joke doing the rounds about him then.

Radio announcer: "And now I'd like to introduce Monsignor Eugene V. Clark, the spokesman for the Archdiocese of New York, who will give the Church's position on a range of modern social and political situations."

Clark (shouts): "NO!"

Radio announcer: "Thank you, Monsignor Clark."

The good news for Monsignor Clark is that he is 79, she is 46, and they're still at it. It gives hope to us all.

And for those who are wondering, the Archdiocesan health plan (I have been told by friends who are covered by it) does not cover the costs of Viagra.

Was going to post this on spwebdesign's entry on Valentine's Day, but decided it deserved its own entry in mine.

We had a "Valentine's Day" lunch yesterday at Taro, a Japanese restaurant on Old Compton Street here in London. We wanted to eat in Chinatown, but of course the Dragon parade was going on in the afternoon and every gweilo family that could crowded in to see those quaint Chinese put on their culture show. Oddly enough, I had forgotten that this was CNY weekend (since I've been working three days a week my sense of time has decayed).

WL asked me if he should give me his card last night, and I said no. I'd bought mine and filled it out when I stopped in to work yesterday. I laid it on his plate for breakfast this morning. Mine was just a bit sappy, but his was so precious. There was a picture of a dog and cat sitting under a tree, dog's paw around the cat's shoulders. The caption read, "And another problem, my love, is that you too are a male." Inside he wrote, "Fortunately it is not a problem ever since we met." I'm so lucky.

This afternoon I made two banana breads (as we had some rapidly browning bananas). I used solid shortening rather than vegetable oil, and the batter was pretty lumpy, so I thought it would be two tins of disaster. But they came out really nice on the inside, if a bit tough on the outside.

I gave him a slice when he got home, "Sweets for the sweet."