As a very small child I heard the prayer 'Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild'. Icouldn't understand why I was expected to pity mice in Plicity. I didn't like mice. Simplicity indeed.
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and as for the folk of Swadlincote
with the baby cheesesComment
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Not at all a "blooper", at my Primary School we had a particularly ferocious Dinnerlady who used to terrify the living daylights out of us. In revenge, every Christmas 20 8-year-olds would lustily sing of a poor man, coming into sight and "carying Mrs Ewell".[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]Comment
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Originally posted by salymap View Post
Small children can be wonderful at misinterpreting things, can't they?! My mother, bless her, kept a diary of my "sayings". It seems I developed my sense of humour quite early on. Here's a conversation between her and the 4-year old me:
Mum: "Would you like some more cake?"
Me: "No".
Mum: "No... what?"
Me: "NO MORE CAKE!"Comment
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
Small children can be wonderful at misinterpreting things, can't they?! My mother, bless her, kept a diary of my "sayings". It seems I developed my sense of humour quite early on. Here's a conversation between her and the 4-year old me:
Mum: "Would you like some more cake?"
Me: "No".
Mum: "No... what?"
Me: "NO MORE CAKE!"
Bravo little you!
In that factional BBC film about Mary Whitehouse & the BBC, there was a lovely scene chez Hugh Carleton Greene at breakfast with Mrs CG and sprogs:
HCG: Pass the butter!
Mrs CG : What's the little word ...?
HCG: Pass the f*ckin' butter!
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According to the references cited by the OED, the term had its origins in horse-racing circles, and originally referred to book-makers who disappeared before paying out on bets. Perhaps 'Taffy' (whoever he may have been) acquired a reputation for this, and the term developed from there.Originally posted by mangerton View PostMy boxes are positively disintegrating under the sheer weight of ticks. Ed ReardonComment
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I always used to ask my children what the "magic" word was when they didn't say pleaseOriginally posted by amateur51 View Post Bravo little you!
In that factional BBC film about Mary Whitehouse & the BBC, there was a lovely scene chez Hugh Carleton Greene at breakfast with Mrs CG and sprogs:
HCG: Pass the butter!
Mrs CG : What's the little word ...?
HCG: Pass the f*ckin' butter!
then when they said "please"
say NO it's abracadabra or even "izzy wizzy lets get busy"
it soon wore off though !
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Another one I remember killing me in a recording session for the BBC in the early 80's when a certain Cornish Bass Baritoine singing with a much vaunted young treble who has since carved out a career for himself as a somewhat of a personality sang in reheasal "Mark my footsteps, my good page Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy bollocks coldly."
Another from that era we used to sing during the Advent Carols Processsion was in verse 4 of People look East "Starsky and Hutch. When night is dim ......Comment
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Off topic, but one of our ongoing chorister jokes involved the "Noses have they and smell not" psalm. After practice, there would be bandied about many a verse about other body parts which didn't function according to plan. Even during a service, the merest gesture could and sometimes very nearly did cause the whole show to come off the road.Comment
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Not a Christmas blooper, but my Mum used to tell a story about me coming home from infants school where we were learning the "Lord's Prayer". Apparently I wanted to try these new "Trespasses". I had heard "Give us this day our daily bread and give us our Trespasses." I had assumed it was a new alternative to porridge or corn flakes.Comment
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And in O Jesus I have promised we all 'hope to follow Julie ... '
Loved that girl.Comment
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