Lord, Grant Me a Parking Space, a New Greencoat and, Above All, Don't Let Me Be an Estate Agent ; Fashionable Youngsters, Rock Music and Text Messaging . . . Welcome to Church, but Not As You Know It

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Sunday lunchtime, and I am among a crowd of excited people mingling on a pavement near Blackfriars Tube station in London. They're laughing, moving to the music, hugging each other, introducing themselves and chattering against the loud throb of music coming from somewhere behind them.

'Hey, I'm Richard,' says a handsome, tanned man in his mid-20s, holding out a hand and smiling to display sparkling white teeth.

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Lord, Grant Me a Parking Space, a New Greencoat and, Above All, Don't Let Me Be an Estate Agent ; Fashionable Youngsters, Rock Music and Text Messaging . . . Welcome to Church, but Not As You Know It

'And this is Jonah.' He points to an even better-looking man who might have ridden in on a wave.

'Hey!' says Jonah, running a hand through white-blond hair.

Three girls smile broadly, one drawing her tiny jacket a little closer over her impressive cleavage. Stilettos, little tweed jackets, plum-coloured culottes, soft leather bags all of this season's must-haves are here.

The young,...

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