Well, I've met three candidates out of four so far for the post of Rector of Holy Trinity, Nailsea. Three nice people. Three different people. Possibly three people who, as a result of manic late-night googling, are now readers of Mustard Seed Shavings. Who knows?
The nature of external patronage (someone outside the situation has the responsibility of appointing) means that I do not get to sit on the interview panel next week. Some would, in any case, argue that it would be inappropriate to interview someone who will later have some degree of authority over part of your work.
So I get 45 minutes with each candidate during which time I have to find out if we can have a conversation and work together - all this by trying to answer their questions and hear a bit of biography. I have not been shown the candidates' application forms so I too have been googling like crazy. This has enabled me to hear one of them preach.
So many questions. Do you always dress like that? Is that slightly irritating habit going to drive us mad the seventeenth time? Was the flattery well-meant? Were you flying close to the edge of rudeness to see how I'd react or are you habitually like that? Do you always carry a gun? Who knows?
Blink. What was the first impression? You only get one chance to make one of those. That might be the best we can do. Blink.
It's a bit of a lottery isn't it?