I have a feeling this is apocryphal, however:
I live near a small village in the West Highlands. Local legend has it that some years ago the primary school had a particularly rough kid who had moved up with his parents from Glasgow.

Everyone in the final year of school got a part in the nativity play so that they didn't feel left out, but the teachers were a bit nervous about how this kid would behave. The starring roles should go to the better behaved children, they felt, but the supporting cast also seemed fraught with dangers. Giving him a shepherd's crook sounded like a good way to start a fight, and when they tried him out as a sheep but he wouldn't stop shouting "Baa" and trying to butt the Holy Family in the knees.

In the end he was "promoted" to be the Star of Bethlehem, which basically involved standing on a box holding a large cardboard star which had been covered in tinfoil.

On the day of the play the lad did admirably well, until Mary and Joseph were about to receive the Three Wise Men, by which time he was thoroughly bored with proceedings.

Thus it was that as "We Three Kings of Orient Are" droned to a chaotic and tuneless finish and Balthazar stepped forward with his gold tea caddy, the audience was treated to the Star of Bethlehem announcing loudly "Ach! I'm fed up wi' fuckin' twinklin'" and stomping off the stage.
(richardm, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 16:31, 2 replies)

Oh, yes!
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( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 16:35, closed)

Must be apocryphal
Rough kids? From Glasgow? Can't be true. Now if you'd said Motherwell...

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( SteamedCleaner, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 16:41, closed)