and noticed that we were by a church. In we crept, had a lovely sing song and a bit of a pray, you know how you do. It was all so very timelessly English that I wept a little. Well, quite a lot, really.
A nice old lady gave me a hymn book when 'Jerusalem' started. I almost punched her. Which Englishman needs a hymn book to sing Jerusalem, ffs!
There was a lovely bit with a transer, as well.
I might convert to Proddism.
A transer?Originally Posted by Sir C
Knowing that foul, heretical sect, it was probably the 'vicar'.
For shame!
It was nice. Sitting in front of us were an 80 year old lady and her middle-aged daughter. A second glance at the 'daughter' showed the 5 o'clock shadow and huge Adam's apple.A transer?
For shame!At the end, another old dear bustled up with cries of "Edith, haven't seen you for ages!" Mum looked mildly uncomfortable at the explainign she was about to have to do at which her/himself declared, "I've just come out as trans, which is why (Lordly sweep of the arm) dressed like this."
It was really rather sweet.
Ah. The old 'It's easier to 'come out' as trans than admit to your churchgoing ma you just like cock' variant of transism. A classic ruse.It was nice. Sitting in front of us were an 80 year old lady and her middle-aged daughter. A second glance at the 'daughter' showed the 5 o'clock shadow and huge Adam's apple.
It was really rather sweet.
A gay colleague of mine tells me he's grateful he grew up several decades ago when this option didn't exist. He's convinced he and half the sodomites he knows would have chosen this route rather than just admitting they were queer.
You’re just getting older and more sentimental C. The coffin dodgers have welcomed you in to the fold. The inglenook’s burning brightly, while the Aga is warming the loaves, so to speak.
Why, you’ll soon be blubbing away at anything remotely upsetting on the tele, or at those little moments that signal the passages of time...
Do you know, this post has made me realised I've no idea what the word 'inglenook' actually means?
I could google it, but I'm afraid it would ruin the mystery. I think I prefer ignorance.
'Inglenook'. It's just lovely to say, isn't it?
. . . . . . .
Then why would it be burning brigh... NO, DON'T ANSWER THAT!
I paid my respects here:
Charterhouse chapel.jpg
Lord it would be nice if English hymns had some kind of rhythm or tune to them, it's torture trying to figure out how you match the words to the drone of the organ music.
As ever, you are without taste or discernment.I paid my respects here:
Charterhouse chapel.jpg
Lord it would be nice if English hymns had some kind of rhythm or tune to them, it's torture trying to figure out how you match the words to the drone of the organ music.
I have a deep love of C of E hymns and still find myself humming things like 'Oh, God Our Help in Ages Past', 'Dear Lord and Father of Mankind', 'Immortal, Invisible', 'Now Thank We All Our God' and 'Oh, worship the King, all glorious above'. They're embedded in my unconscious.
And that's before you get on to classics like Jerusalem and I Vow To Thee My Country, which are great, great songs.
If you want truly bad religious songs, try the awful dirges masquerading as 'hymns' in a Catholic service. Fùck me, they're bad.
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