I can't turn the clock back but I can seek the forgiveness of those I've wronged.
Generally on a Saturday I come home wreathed in media glamour having interviewed a former Krankie or someone, and suddenly I am back in the world of orange blossom and bells.
I'm looking for some centrist political party to find a home in and it's not there, actually.
Music has given me a decent pension. I am in that rare position for a clergyman of having some provision for my retirement. Thank you, young people of Europe.
But it's true I hadn't realised quite how much the discipleship of Jesus Christ would involve keeping up with email.
I completely understand why people would find the Church intolerable. I'm not the least bit surprised when people seek to leave it, though I miss them and I wish they'd stay. But I sometimes think you leave to come back, and that's certainly true in my case.
Like most people, I cook about a dozen dishes, over and over again, and to stretch the menu has meant stretching my competence to breaking point.
I still feel a spike of anticipation when 'O Come, O Come, Emmanuel' strikes up and, in these andropausal years, I am unexpectedly moved by 'Away in a Manger'.
The thought of having sclerosis of the synapses is alarming. I wonder if in later life I will pay the price for having overstimulated my mental apparatus in my twenties.
The dog collar is fascinating to people, when it doesn't repel. I've got used to being shouted at in the street.
I started playing the piano aged four in an effort to copy Grandpa, who was constantly showing off and entertaining us all, singing comic songs on his baby grand.
Trying to do Christianity properly is tough. Life as a priest is rigorous and disciplined. It involves sacrifices.
I was licensed and installed as 59th Vicar of St Mary the Virgin, Finedon, in Northamptonshire, in 2011.
One of the pleasures of living in London is the opportunity to do things that are only possible in a city of its size.
The thing I worry about with religion isn't to do much with forgetting Christmas. It's to do with religion being angry and violent.
I am not in favour of hierarchies that grant privileges to members who fail to uphold those values - there are plenty of those - but the monarchy is really the Queen, who is of unimpeachable integrity and the longest serving head of state in the world, and who never puts a foot wrong.
Food as sport is nothing new. To a vicar, especially, church catering has represented the conduct of war by other means for many years.
I was born into the Church of England but in the most nominal way possible you can imagine, so it's Christmas and Easter. And then like a great many clergy in the Church of England I actually got nobbled by being a chorister.
God chooses to arrive among the poor and the insignificant and the politically awkward, so what are we missing when we overlook them?
I don't think of myself as a maverick at all. Quite the opposite - I really think of myself as quite conventional but dispersed over unusual territory.
