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The JB's BGCC has clearly got into my head even more than I thought it had. I have been singing an unholy medley of Don't Rain on My Parade/I Am What I Am/O Holy Night all. sodding. day. And O Holy Whatsit is the only one I know the words of.
'Christmas is the day when we celebrate the birth of a guy who most of us think had magic powers - some people don't, but that's OK, because we're probably right.'
- Homer Simpson.
I like the Nine Lessons and Carols. And not just because the music is pretty although yes it is mostly that. Also because I find endless, heathen amusement in the first two lessons ending (as they all do) with 'thanks be to god.'
'So everyone blamed the woman and god threw humaninty out of the garden of eden - thanks be to god.'
Cheers god!
'So god decided Abraham didn't have to sacrifice his only, and miraculous, son after all.'
Again, thank you so much, that's really nice of you.
Ahhh blasphemy. Where would I be without it? Note that I still think of it as blasphemy...
But yes. Lovely music and small doses of religon. Mmmmmm.
And this afternoon we finished the tunis cake and made brandy butter (almost - but not quite - too full of brandy to eat on its own), and yesterday we watched Fellowship of the Ring again en famile. It's interesting how much more engaging I found it when I was aware of other people's reactions to it. Mum (who's seen it before but not for a while) started crying at Weathertop and didn't really stop, and even though I know it really well and was sort of spotting Figwit in the background at the time, just the fact that she was so deeply affected by '... but I do not know the way.' had me going as well. Of course you can take being aware of other people during a film much, much too far. But we got about the right balance and it was lovely.
Hey cottonwoolfairy, I know what we're doing on your birthday. I don't know if I'm going to tell you yet. It might be a surprise. But you are free from about 3:30 til at least 6, right?
I hope you all have a very merry Christmas. And as Tiny Tim would say, 'who's nicked my bloody crutch?'
'Christmas is the day when we celebrate the birth of a guy who most of us think had magic powers - some people don't, but that's OK, because we're probably right.'
- Homer Simpson.
I like the Nine Lessons and Carols. And not just because the music is pretty although yes it is mostly that. Also because I find endless, heathen amusement in the first two lessons ending (as they all do) with 'thanks be to god.'
'So everyone blamed the woman and god threw humaninty out of the garden of eden - thanks be to god.'
Cheers god!
'So god decided Abraham didn't have to sacrifice his only, and miraculous, son after all.'
Again, thank you so much, that's really nice of you.
Ahhh blasphemy. Where would I be without it? Note that I still think of it as blasphemy...
But yes. Lovely music and small doses of religon. Mmmmmm.
And this afternoon we finished the tunis cake and made brandy butter (almost - but not quite - too full of brandy to eat on its own), and yesterday we watched Fellowship of the Ring again en famile. It's interesting how much more engaging I found it when I was aware of other people's reactions to it. Mum (who's seen it before but not for a while) started crying at Weathertop and didn't really stop, and even though I know it really well and was sort of spotting Figwit in the background at the time, just the fact that she was so deeply affected by '... but I do not know the way.' had me going as well. Of course you can take being aware of other people during a film much, much too far. But we got about the right balance and it was lovely.
Hey cottonwoolfairy, I know what we're doing on your birthday. I don't know if I'm going to tell you yet. It might be a surprise. But you are free from about 3:30 til at least 6, right?
I hope you all have a very merry Christmas. And as Tiny Tim would say, 'who's nicked my bloody crutch?'