All things bright and beautiful
So there we were, a bunch of us dressed up to the nines, in our kilts. My mates and I were attending a posh do, the wedding of a friend of ours in a very grand cathedral.

So the bride appeared, and the ceremony started. So far so good. Then the minister announced we'd all sing the first hymn on the sheet, All Things Bright and Beautiful. Not if any of you have sung this song, you may know that the second verse begins "The purple-headed mountains..."

Just as we started to sing this line, I got a nudge from Billy next to me. And I got the giggles. About such a puerile thing as a purple head. I must have sniggered and chortled through the whole of the rest of the ceremony, and no doubt had a purple face, if not my whole head, by the end of it.

The couple whose wedding it was got divorced a few years later, as she'd been playing with another man's purple head, but that's another story.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 13:51, 1 reply)

My big fat mate
was stood next to me at a christening during the singing of this very same hymn.Being hearty church goers ourselves we were mumbling along pretending to sing a bit.Cue my said fat friend. " The purple headed monster" loud and clear as you like in one of those fake opera voices. Five grown ups giggling like school kids. And yes we were the only ones in there that found it remotely funny. Miserable fucks.
(boarders You won't catch me with my trousers, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 18:01, closed)