Maggy Whitehouse is a maverick priest, stand up comedian, BBC radio faith presenter and an expert and author on Bible History and metaphysics. She’s grey haired, she’s feisty and she’s female...
Think Father Ted but in a slightly better cardigan.
She is the author of 17 books - 15 about metaphysics, mysticism, women and the sacred feminine in the Bible, whether Jesus was married and Kabbalah. And one comedy novel about a beagle and one about travelling round China by rail.
She's a former BBC Radio and TV presenter and producer including local radio and the BBC World Service.
Maggy began stand-up at the age of 56 and was a finalist in the 2016 Bath Comedy Awards and the 2015 Funny Women Awards. After he said, ‘You drink before you go on?’ Adam Hills said she was ‘Ridiculously funny’.
She is an independent Catholic priest (for real) and specializes in taking the piss out of religion from inside the box. Steve Bennett from Chortle wrote, “A witty presence, acknowledging her unusual place in an atheist-dominated comedy circuit, with an excellent comeback to hecklers.”
Maggy has more than 30 years’ experience as a radio and television journalist and documentaries presenter and producer. ‘Formidable; one might even say terrifying!’ Alan Bookbinder, head of BBC Religion and Ethics 2001-6. Mind you, as a comedian, so far, somewhat annoyingly, she is mostly on Radio 4 and in the Sunday Telegraph #TooPoshForComedy.
Paul Tonkinson said, ‘Funny, warm and strangely inspirational. Gives me faith in comedy.’
Both Maggy’s mother and her Bishop think she should get a proper job.
YouTube five minutes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWyGI5RmL5U&feature=youtu.be
Comedy CV: https://maggywhitehouse.com/comedy/
Maybe it's just me, but it seems that people politely avoid the vicar when they can. Being a priest is fine in a church, obviously. People expect a person in a dog collar and, as a general rule, respect them. But in the outside world -- and particularly on the comedy circuit -- a vicar is the spectre at the feast; an alien, deluded simpleton who belongs to the Dark Ages.
The adventure of the rainbow clerical shirt began with a child's painting displayed in the window of John Lewis in Exeter. I was walking past and my eye caught a six-year-old's picture that appeared to be of a vicar in a multi-coloured, vertically striped shirt. "What a great idea," I thought. And then, "But I bet no one's making them."
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The barracuda was right there; lurking. It was enormous, with great black marks like portholes down its side and teeth that made me shiver. It was side on when I first saw it and about 20 metres away but it flipped in less than a second to face-on and came towards me so fast it was like a blur.
No matter whether you are religious, agnostic or atheist, the great old churches and temples of this world carry a powerful charge of energy from the centuries of prayer, of song and of silence that have been carried out there. Even now, most folk hush themselves when they enter an ancient church and take a moment to feel the echo of the ages.
I post appreciations three or four times a week, on Facebook -- a list of things that I appreciate in my life. It's a long list nowadays, including a much-loved husband, two beautiful beagles, a wonderful home, a wonderful job, faith, health and happiness. And that was exactly what had pissed this one gentleman off.
When it's your first time at the Fringe you truly believe you'll be discovered. And maybe you will be. But even if you aren't, even if you end up exhausted, un-reviewed, soaked and sockless, performing at Edinburgh will probably be one of the landmark events of your life.
I am so glad and grateful that the short time we had was crowned by a miracle. It was the first and it wasn't the last. It's one of the reasons that I am a priest--once the miracles start coming you have to begin to believe in something greater than you that is all love.
Getting someone's name right is not rocket science; it just requires a slight amount of observation. Anyone else who has an unusual spelling will know the frustration caused by the folk who simply can't see what's right in front of their face. If I had a pound for every time someone has called me 'Maggie' I'd have holiday home in Tuscany.
If you want to help Brendan Cox, or any bereaved friend, remember that the pain goes on for them. And on, and on, and on. You can help. <em>Just be there</em>. Take them out, let them cry, realise that they are a newborn trying to find out who they are going to become now that the world has ended. They will remember your kindness (or your stupidity) forever.
One day, we too may be at the wrong end of a gun, facing someone who believes we deserve to die. And then we may regret all the hours we wasted complaining, bitching and condemning those we thought were wrong and wish that we had spent more time dancing, loving and brightening life ourselves.
I didn't catch the hare; I found it lying by the side of the road after midnight as I drove back from a comedy gig in Bath. I was only 300 metres from home when I saw this soft, golden pile of fur curled up at the bottom of the hedgerow and I hit the brakes sharply.
We humans are more and more disconnected from the Earth. I used to walk barefoot around the house and garden all summer but stopped about a decade ago because I got verrucas. Once they'd gone, I'd lost the habit.
16/05/2016 12:28 BST
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