Coordinates: 51°45′07″N 0°20′20″W / 51.752°N 0.339°W / 51.752; -0.339
The Diocese of St Albans forms part of the Province of Canterbury in England and is part of the wider Church of England, in turn part of the worldwide Anglican Communion.
The diocese is home to more than 1.6 million people and comprises the historic Counties of Hertfordshire and Bedfordshire, or in terms of local government areas, Bedfordshire, Luton, Hertfordshire and parts of the London Borough of Barnet. It therefore ranges from small rural communities in villages and hamlets to major urban centres like Luton, Bedford, Watford and Hemel Hempstead, and includes suburban areas on London's outer reaches.
The new diocese was founded relatively recently by an Order in Council on 4 May 1877, implementing the Bishopric of St Albans Act 1875.
The diocese was established from parts of the large Diocese of Rochester, extending the new bishop's jurisdiction over more than 600 parishes in the two counties of Essex and Hertfordshire.
Coordinates: 51°45′18″N 0°20′10″W / 51.755°N 0.336°W / 51.755; -0.336
St Albans /sənt ˈɔːlbənz/, /seɪn.../ is a city in Hertfordshire, England, east of Hemel Hempstead and west of Hatfield about 19 miles (31 km) north-northwest of London, 8 miles (13 km) southwest of Welwyn Garden City, and 11 miles (18 km) south-southeast of Luton. St Albans was the first major town on the old Roman road of Watling Street for travellers heading north and became the Roman city of Verulamium. It is a historic market town and is now a dormitory town within the London commuter belt and the Greater London Built-up Area.
Saint Alban, the first British Christian martyr, was possibly beheaded in 308 CE by Maximian on the orders of Emperor Diocletian, who had denounced Christianity and ordered the deaths of all subjects and allies of the Roman Empire who refused to give up the faith. Saint Alban consequently gave the city its modern name.
St Albans has two official demonyms: Verulamian & Albanian. St Albans was a settlement of pre-Roman origin named Verlamion (or Verulam) by the Ancient British Catuvellauni tribe.
St. Albans is a station on the Long Island Rail Road's West Hempstead Branch located in St. Albans, Queens, New York City. It is officially located on the southwest corner of Linden Boulevard & Montauk Place, although the segment of Montauk Place that once intersected with Linden Boulevard has been abandoned and fenced off.
In 1872, the Long Island Rail Road's Cedarhurst Cut-off was built through the area, but no stop appears here on the first timetables. Saint Albans Station was built on July 1, 1898, and originally appeared on maps with the name of Locust Avenue (the same name as the station at the other end of what is now called Baisley Boulevard). The station was razed in 1935 as part of a grade elimination project. The current elevated structure was opened either on October 22 or October 23, 1935.
This station has one six-car-long island platform between the two tracks with two entrances. The north staircase goes down to the south side of Linden Boulevard between Newburg and 180th Street while the south staircase goes down to a short tunnel leading to the dead-end street of Foch Boulevard.
St. Albans is an Amtrak train station in St. Albans, Vermont. The station is close to the headquarters for the New England Central Railroad, and was originally built in 1900 as a switch house by the Central Vermont Railway.
Tonight you hit Saint Albans
With snot hanging out of your nose
But you don't find out til the hotel,
When you go to change your clothes
You know you're filthy
but you don't have time to shower
Cause you have to meet that Polish girl
You don't even have the sense to get her flowers
You turn up at the café
There's a bloke sat at her side
And you know that something's different 'cause
She looks like someone's died
Still you try to keep it friendly
And imagine you're together, in your head
But the bloke keeps chipping in about
Whatever she just said
No one wants to know you in this town
It's a place that doesn't need you around
Saint Albans wants you to drown
Tomorrow you'll be focused
And heading for the future
With a new-found sense of optimism that
Doesn't fucking suit you
But anything could happen
From one day and the next
And you're only in Saint Albans
Because you thought you were having sex
No one wants to fuck you in this town
It's a place that doesn't lead you around