Nativity Plays
Every year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
( , Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
Every year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
( , Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
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St Pancras Station
Walking through St Pancras Station just before Christmas on my way to celebrate the birth of our Lord with a festive Big Mac and fries, I noticed a load of schoolkids from the local primary school singing hymns on the concourse. A troop of little wide-eyed angels in their bright red school jumpers.
The poor little fuckers looked petrified.
Obviously, it didn't help when as I walked past I ran a finger across my throat mimicking sliting their throats as I looked at them menacingly.
Their teacher wondered why several of them burst out crying spontaneously completely fucking up the sweet rendition of Little Donkey.
I chuckled to myself as I carried on walking.
I am a very bad man.
( , Sun 29 Mar 2009, 15:02, 2 replies)
Walking through St Pancras Station just before Christmas on my way to celebrate the birth of our Lord with a festive Big Mac and fries, I noticed a load of schoolkids from the local primary school singing hymns on the concourse. A troop of little wide-eyed angels in their bright red school jumpers.
The poor little fuckers looked petrified.
Obviously, it didn't help when as I walked past I ran a finger across my throat mimicking sliting their throats as I looked at them menacingly.
Their teacher wondered why several of them burst out crying spontaneously completely fucking up the sweet rendition of Little Donkey.
I chuckled to myself as I carried on walking.
I am a very bad man.
( , Sun 29 Mar 2009, 15:02, 2 replies)
Bad you may be...
But you get clickage for the grin you've put on my face.
( , Mon 30 Mar 2009, 16:21, closed)
But you get clickage for the grin you've put on my face.
( , Mon 30 Mar 2009, 16:21, closed)
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