the glittery nose incident
Nativity plays at my primary school were famed for being utter disasters. I think this was one of the major draws of going to see them.

Apart from the obvious set 'malfunctions', children crying, bleeding, beating all that is holy out of each other with baby jesus and forgetting lines, there is one memory that sticks out that will haunt me and my nose for the rest of time.

Our primary school was really in the middle of nowhere, as was the village we lived in. Our school nativity often had real sheep and cows and even a donkey and were held in a large barn, courtesy of one of the local farmers.

Lucy, Jennie and I all looked the same. We were short, had long blonde curly hair, somewhat angelic little faces and did everything together. We were always picked to be angels or stars in the nativity.

We were big shiny stars in this one. We opened the nativity by coming out, singing silent night and sprinkling glitter.

The previous Joseph, was now the Innkeeper, being demoted after the infamous 'Jesus Bashing' incident, was bitter. You could see it in his eyes, the hate rising. All the teachers started to look flustered, all they wanted was for one nativity to go well...

After one rendition of silent night, and half way through the narrator's speech, he kicked a donkey. And the donkey headbutted back. Not the Innkeeper though. It butted me.

A fistful of glitter blinded the left half of the front row and I landed flat on my face with Jennie. Then we get trampled by two dozen kids and a sheep scrambling over us and screaming to get out of the barn.

I broke my nose and to add insult to injury, when I had finally scraped myself off the floor, ripped of the ridiculous amount of tinsel from my ruined star costume, cupped my hands around my, now slightly flatter and very glittery, bloody nose, I was told that "it was fine, no one else got hurt.."
(goodmorningbeautiful, Thu 26 Mar 2009, 23:34, Reply)