the guild
as a young girl, i would go every friday night to the guild of st. agnes, the local catholic girl's club. despite many of us not being catholic, we were still allowed in. we'd play games, paint, draw, eat sweets and biscuits and have a raffle. sometimes, in the summer, we'd go to the beach and play rounders. compared to the entertainments on offer nowadays, i know it all sounds a bit crap, but we had great fun.
well, except for the last 5 minutes of the evening, when we had to stand in a line and recite the prayer to st. agnes.
being the good and highly religious girl i was, i hid in the bogs every week to avoid the prayer.
good times, good times.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 13:36, 8 replies)

Far out, that has jogged an ancient memory...
I now remember attending a similar church sponsered youth goup when I was very young. We played indoor netball, badminton, cards, and everyone brought along a plate of hot food that our Mums had made and we sat down and shared it all around. I was nice innocent fun at that age when you were too old to stay at home on a Friday night, but far too young to go out on the town.

I remember being a little ashamed of my Mum's "poverty" home cooking compared to everyone else's fancy "brought" food, but one memory that sticks with me is one of the older kids really enjoying Mum's home made sausage rolls, cleaning up the lot and telling me how nice they were... made me feel good, not like the "poor cousin".

You're right, it was good times.
( Ken Oath, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 14:02, closed)

indeed it was

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 14:06, closed)

Tsk. Wrongpraying was the best bit.
Our Father who farts in heaven ...
... blessed art thou a monk swimming
... Gladly the cross-eyed bear.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 14:58, closed)

the prayer to st. agnes was different and more depressing

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 15:45, closed)

St Agnes, St Agnes,
She's a bit like Bagpuss
She likes to talk to mice
And says God's very nice
PS you're all going to hell
Because you smell
( Photoshop Bitch 2014 edition, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 15:56, closed)

ahahahahaha
that would have been so much better! it actually went thusly:
o blessed st. agnes, whose soul was on fire with holy love
will you ask god to make our hearts pure, humble and full of holy love for him, as yours was
help me please to think of him always, in all that i do, amen.

seriously dreary shit.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 16:25, closed)

How about
this?
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Mon 25 Jun 2012, 11:00, closed)

Do you have a cult I can join?

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 23 Jun 2012, 16:57, closed)