Photos From The Summer Session...

I noticed that there was a comment in the programme to the effect that photos would be taken throughout the conference, and would be put up on the Faith website. This made me very happy, as I didn't need to worry about getting "permission" from people - though the posed shots were usually shown to the victims (sorry, I meant to say subjects) and the right of veto given... allowing me to get a better shot if they had objections to the first! Sir Dan of the Nesbitry lay in wait for unsuspecting customers by his publications stall, and relieved them of money that would otherwise have been wasted on beer... so it really was an act of charity...

Fr. Mike Dolman agreed to pose for a photo, as did the two young ladies shown... I asked three other young people if they'd be willing to be snapped, but the ravages of the previous night's entertainment meant they weren't too keen... I told them they'd only be let off if they found me some substitute victims, which they did, and pretty quickly!

Bishop O'Donoghue was definitely not camera-shy, and was happy to have his photo taken - he's seen here outside the Chapel after Mass, along with Fr. Hugh MacKenzie, Editor of the excellent Faith Magazine.

Posed shots are ok, but photos taken when the subjects are unaware of the danger (sorry, camera) can give a better idea of the atmosphere. Here, Fr. Stephen Boyle can be seen deep in conversation with two young people. Minutes later, he tried to convince me that I'd need written permission from him before I could use the photo... I reminded him that, given his previous ambition to be the most-blogged-about non-blogging priest, he was pretty much without a leg to stand on.

Richard Marsden, author of the excellent blog, Bashing Secularism, was also happy to pose for a photo. I tried to engineer something a little more "natural," but the sight of a camera made all three turn to face me head-on... and a posed photo seemed better than no photo at all, so I snapped away. Richard had read of my newly-awakened interest in cricket, and he was keen to know who my local team was, and whether I had any cricketing "pin-ups" yet... Alas, I had to admit ignorance on both counts: I suspect my local team is Kent...

Meals involved a queue through a tunnel-like corridor: the queue also provided quite a good opportunity for a photo or two, and I discovered that the flash gives a rather ghastly hue to people's faces. Fr. Luiz Ruscillo, shown talking to Alison Smith (who organises the Faith Community Newsletter) didn't believe me, and complained that the flash hadn't worked... so I took another photo. He immediately realised that I did actually know what I was talking about, and I deleted the second photo...

Behind Alison, talking to another priest (I think it's Fr. Ian Vane) and Fr. Hugh MacKenzie (behind Fr. Luiz), you can see Fr. John Boyle, who has returned to blogging after an absence from the Blogosphere. His return was greeted with tremendous enthusiasm, with many, many comments from people telling how much his posts had encouraged them in their faith.

Fr. Dylan James was also happy to be snapped. I have to say that, while grateful that others are willing to be photographed, I cannot understand the appeal. I loathe having my photo taken, and will go to extraordinary lengths to avoid being captured on film. There have been a couple of occasions when, out of courtesy, I have submitted to being photographed (smiling through gritted teeth), but the results are ghastly, and I've become a lot more determined to avoid the camera.

Not so Sr. Andrea Fraile, of the wonderful Sisters of the Gospel of Life. To be fair, I think she was waiting for the red light to come on before the flash, and intended to duck when it did... but, of course, I don't use a flash, and she was pretty aghast to realise that she'd been caught... but I decided that the photo was too good to delete...

And finally, I got a shot of His Hermeneuticalness himself, doing his bit to capture the moment for posterity. He had brought his super-snazzy mega-camera, mostly to allow him to get a photo of Bishop O'Donoghue for the Catholic Herald. However, he's quite happy to be photographed himself, so I got to take the photo... but I really do prefer my own camera, which has far fewer buttons!

The Serious Stuff Of The Session...

I wanted to call this post "The Session's Serious Stuff," but didn't like the ambiguity of the apostrophe!

The "serious" stuff is, of course, the set of talks. The Faith Movement is noted for its intellectually challenging approach, and it can be a bit overwhelming. The speakers are all terribly well-qualified, but then, so are a great many of the audience, which makes the task of giving a talk rather daunting, as Bishop O'Donoghue admitted to me... just looking at the priests, we have degrees in Mathematics, Radio Astronomy, Nuclear Chemistry, Psychology...

However, the speakers are pretty good at making the complicated stuff accessible to the young people present, and they respond to the intellectual challenge. Several times over the years, young people have told me that, while the first Conference they attended was pretty daunting, and some of the content of the talks was tricky to grasp, they recognised that the message being presented to them was one worth making the effort to understand, and that the truths of the Catholic faith were (often for the first time in their lives) being presented in their fullness, without being watered down to make them more "palatable" or "relevant".

The website is down as I type this, but the talks will be available for download quite soon, I think.

The talks were as follows:

Fr. Luiz Ruscillo: The Kingdom of God in the world today

Fr. Stephen Dingley: The future of the world - the meaning and purpose of creation.

Fr. Dylan James: The disaster of sin.

Fr. Roger Nesbitt: "The Kingdom of God is at hand" - The meaning of the first coming of Christ.

Rev. Ross Campbell: "Amen, come Lord Jesus" - the Church prepares for the second coming of Christ.

There was also the talk by our Guest Speaker, Bishop Patrick O'Donoghue, and a Seminar with personal testimonies from Fr. James Clark and two young people whose full names I didn't quite catch (as I thought they'd be on the programme) but who were introduced as Camille and Kieron. I am open to corrections on that!

Return Of The Mac...

I did find a computer, and I was told the password, but, alas, it was Results Day for our Scottish brethren, and it would have been extremely mean to hog the internet access for the purposes of blogging amusement while others were desperate to know their fate... I sincerely intended to do a little sneaky blogging during the discussion groups (I hadn't been assigned to one this year) but discovered that someone had locked the room...

This year's Summer Session was, I think, one of the best I've attended. Numbers were down on previous years, but this was purely because the school had some sort of building work going on, and so they couldn't allocate as many rooms as usual... we even had some people staying at the local Travelodge.

Bishop O'Donoghue's attendance at the conference - real attendance, not just popping over for the day of his talk - was a definite high point. He chatted happily with groups of young people, and appeared to be having a very good time... he was also very entertaining, as I discovered when we were together for lunch on the Wednesday.

And, of course, I took lots of photos. I shall post a few of them shortly, when I've had the chance to download them from the camera.

Pause In Transmission...

No sooner do I get back up to speed (well, almost) on the blogging front, than I have to announce another hiatus in posting frequency. I'm off to the Faith Summer Session tomorrow.

I shall bring my snazzy bit of camera kit with me, so there will be a few photos to look forward to when I get back.

UPDATE: Yippee... I found a computer, and a password...

My Education Continues...

I was given a little further instruction in the intricacies of cricket after Mass today. For the first time ever, I took a particular interest in Sky Sports in the Parish Club. I am intrigued by how the pace of the game actually allows in-depth discussion of tactics and explanations to blondes who are trying to get the general hang of things... and yet, it's compulsive viewing.

I am really getting the cricketing bug (should that be known as getting the grasshopper?) and spent lunch checking the score on my mobile phone; now I have Test Match Special playing on the computer while I blog. This is something I never thought possible...

Today I have been reflecting on how, on Thursday, England threw away a perfectly good advantage over Australia, because it was the gentlemanly thing to do... there are no substitutes in cricket (well, not for batting or bowling) and so England could have forced Australia to play with only ten men, meaning that they'd only need to take nine wickets to get them all out...

I also learned about commentator gamesmanship: especially the particularly ungentlemanly tactic of asking a direct question just after the person has taken a large mouthful of cake. Apparently, cake features quite a bit in cricket commentary.

I was momentarily quite pleased with myself when, looking at a player on the screen, I managed to identify the leg side... only to be informed that this was only correct if the player was right-handed. I learned about leg-byes, byes, extras and dollying up (I may have mis-heard, or mis-spelled, that last one: whacking the ball up in the air...) as well as preparing cricket pitches.

It also seems that the umpire's word is law: a player (or ball) is out if the umpire says he (or it) is out... and, while a day's play might be extended (subject to light and weather) in order to make up for time lost earlier in the match, the match will not extend beyond the five days. That seems a little unfair on all those spectators who bought tickets for Saturday's play, but perhaps they get refunds...

I doubt that my interest in cricket will ever extend to making tea and sandwiches in the pavillion, but I'm definitely hooked as a spectator. Ooh. Katich has just been caught out. Nine wickets to go... and now Ponting's just been bowled out by Swann... Eight and counting...

Usus Antiquior

I was asked to alert readers to the fact that Usus Antiquior, a journal dedicated to the Sacred Liturgy and published with the Society of St. Catherine of Siena, is getting closer to publication.

I blogged about the launch of the journal in September 2008, and alerted people to the need for donations back in January, and now it's time to sign up for the journal itself!

The journal is due to be published in 2010. Individual subscription is currently set at £25 (US$ 64) for one year (2 issues) or at the reduced rate of £46 (US$ 76); the student subscription rate is £15 (US$ 28) for one year. There are other rates for Religious Houses and Institutions.

You can find out more about the journal, or subscribe, by visiting this website.

Wet, Wet, Wet...

I'm beginning to get a little irritable... just when I started to take an interest, and to understand what all the runs, not outs, wickets and innings actually meant, rain stopped play.

I was under the impression that "The Ashes" Test Series was supposed to be something of a big deal. I was slightly disconcerted, therefore, to learn that, unlike finals in football matches, there are cricket matches being played in other (drier) parts of the country. I'm slightly puzzled as to how cricket players can play for their country if their normal cricket team is playing somewhere else... or maybe one is in the England team and that is it, but the rules (sorry, Laws) for who plays what, when, and where must be very different from other games. No doubt that will be answered in my next tuition session...

Anyway, the Sainsbury's Online delivery driver who just delivered my (very wet) shopping thought that Australia would be very happy with the weather...

Jubilee Mass Order Of Service...

Some people like to see these things, especially if they are planning to do something similar themselves. The booklet really was very beautifully produced, but there appears to have been a bit of a glitch in the setting here, this being a Word File rather than a PDF, so the Adoro te devote isn't set out correctly here (it was in the booklet!)

UPDATE: Fr. Finigan has read this post in horror and, in order to maintain his reputation, has sent me the PDF file, which I have uploaded instead... much better!

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More Jubilee Photos...

I dislike posts which are little more than a collection of photos, without any commentary - these are fine for friends and family who were present, as a reminder of an event, but they're not much use as blog posts. I know, I know, I have done it on occasion, but, I hope, not too often.

But I like to take lots of photos.

And my snazzy bit of camera kit means that I can now try to catch more than the main moments during the Mass.

As it happened, I was very nearly reduced to using my mobile phone camera, as, just as the bell rang before the Consecration, my camera battery died. Fortunately, I had had the good sense to pack my spare battery (having charged it beforehand... what foresight!) but my fingers were shaking as I desperately tried to change the battery in time!

So, to celebrate my achievement, this is a post with a few of those extra moments...

This one was for the priest's Confiteor...

And here I managed to catch the moment where priest, deacon and subdeacon all genuflected as they incensed the altar...

The incensing of the priest at the beginning of Mass...

The next two photos are ones I have often tried to catch, as I find them very moving, but I have rarely succeeded, mostly because the phone camera I have previously used just didn't have a fast enough shutter speed. First the priest blesses the deacon before he reads the Gospel...

And then the deacon kisses the priest's hand, while the priest holds the Book of the Gospels...

I was delighted to see that I had captured the bow of priest and deacon after the priest was incensed...

Here, the thurifer incenses the deacon...

Another rarely caught moment (well, rarely for me) as the deacon and subdeacon exchange the Pax...

The priest gives the final blessing...

I didn't manage to get the genuflection during the Last Gospel, as my hand slipped (I forgot my monopod!) but I did manage to get a shot from the beginning of the Te Deum, to show off the cope which was, I think, borrowed from Chislehurst...

It really was awesome. Mass with all the trimmings!

Ashes 2, British Summer Won?

Hmmmmn... there may be a slight hiatus in my cricketing education. Overnight rain means that the start of the third Ashes Test has been delayed. They want to examine the pitch at noon... ok, it probably isn't called a pitch, but no-one mentioned that bit.

Not quite sure why, in a country famed for rain in Summer, an outdoor sport played in Summer has to stop because the grass is a bit wet... No doubt this will be explained in the Parish Club after Rosary & Benediction tonight.

Ad Multos Annos...

Just in case you've been stuck in Outer Mongolia without any internet connections, yesterday saw the Silver Jubilee of Fr. Tim Finigan's Ordination to the Priesthood.

A few people have blogged about it already: the indomitable and utterly charming Fr. Z (on the far left of this photo) managed to get a post up - he was spotted taking sneaky (sorry, did I say sneaky? I meant to say discreet...) photos from his pew, and I'm not in any way put out by the fact that he had a better angle for his photos, or that he was closer. No, not a bit. I will be happy to accept a link from him by way of assuaging my hurt feelings, but, no, I'm not put out, much...

His Hermeneuticalness has posted as well, probably just the first of many; I suppose I should allow him the scoop, since it was his Jubilee, after all... and his photos are pretty good, but would have been better if I'd taken them, as I was sitting in a better position than Carl... (Hah!) ...though I will be happy to accept a link from His Hermeneuticalness in order to assuage any hurt feelings because he's got better photos by virtue of having a better camera (well, it has more buttons on it...)

Fr. Michael Clifton, better known as Fr. Mildew, has a piece on the Jubilee celebrations, and I get several honourable mentions, though, sadly, no links... I also see that I'm not on Fr. Mildew's Blogroll: this is surely an oversight... However, in un-curmudgeonly fashion, Fr. Mildew did consent to pose for a photo with Fr. Blake, seen here outside the marquee after Mass.

Fr. Ray Blake, Blogger and Parish Priest of St. Mary Magdalen's, Brighton, is even more charming than Fr. Z, if that is possible: imagine Fr. Z with a British upper-class accent and an air of insouciance, and you've got it, well, sort of...

The arrival of members of the visiting schola and a few others by a Routemaster bus caused a bit of a stir, not least among our youngest altar servers, who promptly took the opportunity to explore it. The Routemaster bus, so beloved by tourists as "typically British" is, sadly, rarely seen on the streets of London any more... due to a combination of health and safety concerns that people couldn't be trusted to get on and off the open-backed buses and cost-cutting measures which resulted in the introduction of driver-operated buses.

Before Mass, the UCM had arranged tea and coffee for those who had travelled some distance to get to Blackfen. The choir were having a brief last-minute run-through in the small hall, while the visiting schola did their warm-up in the cry chapel. I had a brief chance to greet a few priests I know, and then I returned to the church in order to prepare for Mass (and to make sure I got a good spot for taking photos!) The church had been re-ordered somewhat in order to accommodate the visiting clergy, and the choir sat at the side, but facing across the nave, an arrangement which seemed to work very well.

And then there was the Mass: well, what can I say? Dr. Alcuin Reid afterwards said to me that our servers were the best-trained he'd ever seen in a parish setting, which, coming from one of the foremost liturgical experts in the country, if not the world, is high praise indeed. There were about thirty clerics present - if any more had shown up, we would have needed to extend the Sanctuary... The singing was beautiful, and it was wonderful to hear both plainchant and polyphony being used.

Fr. Roger Nesbitt, co-founder of the FAITH Movement, gave the sermon, and he congratulated Fr. Tim on picking the Year of the Priest for his Jubilee, which was amusing. He also spoke very movingly on a theme which I hold dear: without priests, there is no Church, because there would be no Sacraments; he exhorted us therefore to pray for all our priests. I tried to video the sermon, but it didn't quite work, possibly because the light from the windows interfered with the colour balance (or something!) Before you ask, the boy in the photo reading what looks like a comic book is actually reading a copy of Know Your Mass which Fr. Tim has recommended for anyone who wants to understand the Usus Antiquior a little more.

My favourite heart-stopping moments of all time...

After Mass, we went over to the Parish Club for refreshments: a splendid marquee helped to ensure that there was room for everyone. Trefor from the Jubilee Committee had drawn the short straw, and had to make a speech before presenting Fr. Tim with the gift from the Parish: he did extremely well. Fr. Tim gave a speech of thanks (during which the microphone gave up the ghost!) and this was followed by the Old Romans present singing Ad Multos Annos, which was very moving.

Before the end of the evening, Fr. Tim went to cut the cake. I managed to get a perfect shot of the cake itself (by not using a flash) as well as positioning myself perfectly for the actual cutting of the cake. Carl, acting as official photographer, decided to stand behind the cake, for a better shot... and found his view promptly obscured when Fr. Tim went and stood right in front of him... Ha! Not that I'm being competitive or anything...

I did wonder whether Fr. Tim was thinking about The Suppository's editorial board... he was gripping the knife rather firmly, and the cake, beautifully baked and decorated by parishioners Maria and Bianca, wasn't at all hard to cut...

Finally, after a few more drinks and reminiscences, it was time to leave. I had left my car at home, and so, with Puella Paschalis (who, as an old friend, had arranged to stay with me overnight), I took a cab home. No photos of either of us, so don't bother asking... Puella had had a bad night and an even more fraught journey over from the Netherlands, so I couldn't keep her awake while I blogged away merrily, which is why I didn't get anything up any sooner. Hopefully, you will feel that the post was worth the wait.

A message to Fr. Tim: Congratulations on your Silver Jubilee, thank you for all the years of selfless devotion to God and His Church, and ad multos annos.

Blessing Of The Chalice...

I'm a bit slow getting the pictures up, partly because I'm not completely back into my blogging stride, but mostly because the photos weren't very good - well, Fr. Tim did insist on standing right in front of the chalice while he was blessing it, and I didn't feel able to march up on to the Sanctuary for a better shot...

I did manage to get a photo of the chalice on the altar before everything kicked off, and I cropped it so the chalice could be seen more clearly...

No Amnesty For The Unborn...

At the Blognic on Friday, Red Maria alerted the bloggers present to the report which Amnesty is due to publish on Monday, regarding human "rights" for women and girls in Nicaragua.

I used to be an enthusiastic supporter of the work of Amnesty International, and even helped to co-ordinate letter-writing campaigns in my parish as part of the Justice & Peace Group. However, when Amnesty decided that it would no longer support the most defenceless and vulnerable people of all, namely the unborn, I was forced to withdraw my support.

Now Amnesty are actively campaigning for abortion to be made legal in Nicaragua under the guise of "human rights"... this means, however, that the unborn children have no rights. By virtue of the fact that they cannot speak for themselves, they are of no importance, nothing more than an inconvenience, and they can therefore be discarded as worthless. But Amnesty used to be the organisation which prided itself on speaking out on behalf of those who could not speak for themselves, those considered worthless and inconvenient by the authorities...

When is a human being not worthy of the right to life...?

Parish Club Presentation...

Tonight saw the Parish Club's celebration of Fr. Tim's Silver Jubilee. Mass beforehand was well-attended (I wasn't actually present for that: having been to Mass in the morning, followed by Adoration and Benediction, and then a Nuptial Mass where I sang the Ave Maria, I figured that I'd earned some time off!) and there were five visiting priests... two can be seen here with Fr. Tim: Fr. Stephen Dingley on the left and Fr. Michael Cullinan on the right.

The Parish UCM had been working hard all day to prepare refreshments...

The Club had bought Fr. Tim a beautiful chalice and paten, and here you can see Eddie, the Club Chairman, presenting it...

And Fr. Tim appears to be delighted with the present...

The chalice will be blessed tomorrow, after Mass, ready for use on Tuesday (the actual Anniversary of Fr. Tim's Ordination.) I shall do my best to get some more photos...

London Blognic

I was quite tired when I returned home after the Blognic (well, I had only come out of hospital two days before!) and today was pretty hectic, what with Mass in the morning, Adoration, Benediction, music practice and a wedding where I was singing Schubert's Ave Maria... As a result, I didn't quite manage to put up a post about yesterday's Blognic.

It was extremely good: lots of people turned up; for some it was just a flying visit - they popped in on the way home, just to say hallo. Others had made more of an effort: one couple had dropped in on their way back to Carlisle... from Lourdes!

I was delighted to meet up again with Fr. Mildew, Delia, Londiniensis and Dillydaydream. I was also very pleased to meet Red Maria: her blog comments in the past have demonstrated an incisive wit, and this was even more evident (and entertaining) in the flesh. Oliver Hayes made an appearance, and several of us did our best to convince him to blog more regularly. Sir Dan of the Blogosphere was there as well... along with many others.

It wouldn't have been a Blognic without His Hermeneuticalness and the indomitable (and charming) Fr. Z.

You can read Oliver's summary, and Fr. Mildew's brief report; Fr. Z did a quick post, and Fr. Tim also added some thoughts and photos...

Congratulations...

...to Monsignor Richard Moth, Vicar General in Southwark, who is to be ordained Bishop of the Forces. Twitch of the mantilla to Fr. Ray Blake, and also Fr. Stephen Langridge (who tweeted it!)

You can see the Vatican announcement HERE.

One Was Most Amused...

...by the following poster which appeared on Pundit Kitchen (the political version of the I Can Has Cheezburger? site.)

"New Mass" Given The Once-Over...

Seraphic Spouse did a series of brilliant posts on attending the Usus Antiquior Mass: I put up links to all four of them. She has now turned her attention to her memories of the Novus Ordo, or "Nervous" Ordo as one of my friends likes to call it.

Five parts, and counting (we've only reached the Eucharistic Prayer... a reflection, perhaps, of how wordy and cumbersome the Novus Ordo appears to those of us who love the Usus Antiquior?) Anyway, I shall update this post when the rest of the Mass makes an appearance!

In the meantime, check out: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5.

UPDATE: The final section, Part 6, has arrived. Check it out!

Home Sweet Home...

As you can see from the typo in yesterday's post title, I couldn't see straight due to the very effective painkillers I'd been given...

I'd just like to thank everyone for their prayers and best wishes: having a spinal anaesthetic was, quite literally, the answer to my prayers (not all anaesthetists seem too keen on them.)

Spinal anaesthesia feels pretty weird. First of all, I couldn't feel anything from the waist down. I couldn't move anything. I couldn't even feel myself trying to move anything. When I put my hand on my leg, my hand felt warm skin, but there was no leg detecting the hand, so it felt as if I was touching someone else's leg... but my brain did a sort of back-flip, because I knew it was my own leg. I also got a bit of a shock when I saw a leg being moved by a nurse, and then realised that it was my leg.

The major advantage of a spinal anaesthetic is that the immediate post-operative pain is pretty much over by the time you can feel anything at all, and sensation returns very gradually, so medication for pain relief is therefore pretty effective. In my experience, waking up from general anaesthesia has always involved a much more immediate awareness of pain... more often than not, it was the pain which brought me round, and the painkillers have a higher threshold to get over. Patient-controlled analgesia pumps work on much the same sort of principle: little doses of painkiller, administered very frequently, prevent the pain building up, and so less painkiller is needed overall.

I'm now safely back home, having unpacked my bag, cuddled the cat and wolfed down some hot, buttered toast. Normal blogging will resume shortly...

Suurgery Update

Thanks for the prayers and good wishes. My biggest fear - the general anaesthetic - didn't happen. The anaesthetist, on hearing how I react, was keen for me to have a spinal block. This is a major blessing. I shall blog more when I get home, tomorrow morning. All went well.

Hospital...

I'm off to hospital tomorrow. It's a minor operation, but I react badly to general anaesthesia, so I'm a little nervous. I will probably have to stay overnight. A very kind friend has offered to drive me to the hospital, so at least there's no chance I'll oversleep.

Right now I'm walking round the flat trying to think of what things I need to arrange before I leave. I've not been able to pack anything yet because Sylvester is eyeing me speculatively... my next door neighbour will be cat-sitting until my return, but she was begging me not to let Sylvester see any bags, or he'd go off in a sulk and she'd worry.

I'm sure that Sylvester would only sulk if he wasn't hungry; if he misses the odd meal because he's throwing a strop, it'll do his waistline the power of good. However, as a well-trained cat-companion (note, I do not class myself as an "owner") I prefer not to upset him...

Prayers would be appreciated. For me, not the cat...

Cricket Course Continues...

I managed to watch a little more cricket this lunchtime, and my education in the laws of cricket and the terms used continued apace.

I was instructed in the finer points of cricketing etiquette, (such as walking) and tactics (declaring).

I gather that, if the fielder is touching the boundary when he touches the ball, that counts as a four, because the ball is deemed to have reached the boundary...

Also, (I think) a googly is an off break which looks like a leg break to the batsman... so the batsman thinks the ball will be bouncing out when in fact it bounces in... (I probably got that completely wrong, but I can't quite figure out which is the leg side and which the off side... I guess that's lesson three.)

And I think a Chinaman is the opposite of a googly...

This is actually getting to be quite interesting.

Some things continue to escape my comprehension... apparently, England are in a very good position to win this test match, because the chance of Australia scoring 411 in the five remaining wickets is pretty low... so why bother?

UPDATE: It seems that Australia didn't hear that England's win was a foregone conclusion, and they ended up 313 for 5. This means that they need only a further 208 runs to win... and England need to take 5 wickets. Now, in theory, England should be favourites to win...