|1: Kensington Temple, London|
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Mystery Worshipper: Nick O'Demus.
The church: Kensington Temple (affectionately known as 'KT'), Notting Hill, West London.
Denomination: Elim Pentecostal.
The building: Medium-sized Victorian Gothic (1848), shabby interior with no natural light, because all the windows have thick curtains. Lots of TV cameras and studio-type lighting.
The neighbourhood: The church is an antique's throw from the famous Portobello Road street market.
The cast: Rev. Colin Dye, Senior Pastor.
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What was the name of the service?
The Sunday morning 11 o'clock service.
How full was the building?
Every single seat was taken downstairs and in the wraparound gallery, plus the overflow hall downstairs and there was also a video link to churches in Luton, Northampton, Slough, eight London locations, Oslo and Amsterdam. In other words, we are talking Megachurch.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
The nearest I got to a welcome was someone glaring at me when I almost took their 'reserved' seat.
Was your pew comfortable?
My rather ancient plastic seat with chrome legs was OKish for comfort.
How would you describe the pre-service atmosphere?
'Informal' is probably the best word. The woman in the seat next to mine was tucking into her breakfast of takeaway sandwiches while the crowds milled and the band tuned up.
What were the exact opening words of the service?
'Good morning! Would you please stand up. Are you ready to praise God?'
What books did the congregation use during the service?
Everyone seemed to have brought their own Bible (except me tut!). There were no books provided the words of hymns and songs were delivered by autocue on video screens all around the church.
What musical instruments were played?
Synth, guitar, drums.
Did anything distract you?
Yes: a middle-aged white woman, inexplicably dressed in an orange Indian sari and black trainers, who danced and jumped wildly during the singing.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or what?
We had Pentecostal worship, complete with emotional singing, speaking in tongues, hand-clapping and jogging on the spot but disappointingly, it never rocketed into the spiritual stratosphere.