I once appeared as part of a choir, singing outside for Christmas
It was an awful day. We had to get a bus for an hour to get to the place, and it was the coldest day in history. Although saying that, the snow did make it look Christmassy, which was something. The barn we had to wait in for a few hours was less Christmassy. It was mostly just cold and rubbish. And the burgers they fed us for dinner had holes in them.

Anyway, we finally got to stand on a large, poorly constructed stage, and sing some Christmas carols. It really didn't seem like any good was going to come from the day. But then, a wondrous thing happened. We were standing waiting to sing, as the brass section of the band played the introduction to the next carol. About 3 bars in, there is an awful screech. We all look over, and see the amazing sight of a fat man with a tuba falling sideways of the stage. With a screech and a crash, he hit the ground. At this point, the day returned to it's previous boring state.

When it was shown on TV, they neglected to show the part with the tuba man falling over, which made me sad. You could see on at least 4 separate occasions though. Score.


So, there ends a rather dull story, in which a fat a man fell over, and I didn't die from eating crap meat. Sorry for wasting your time. Honest.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 13:57, Reply)