Posted: Yesterday at 23:43
Pansyface. On Ilkly moor bah tat the rest unprintable.
I remember as a lad and a member of the local church choir, singing solo in Canturbury Cathederal. Even saying it myself. It sounded good due to the high roof etc.
Other memories of the festive season. My dad had served in both world wars. In the second, he and uncle Fred who lived just three doors away had spent much time,during the war, following each other around the globe. Dad was in the army and uncle Fred the Navy. Each Christmas Fred would come in and say. Mick! I will get you drunk this year. Same words as last year. It always ended up with Fred being helped home. Dad's secret was, drink and enjoy but. EAT at the same time. I never saw my dad worse for drink and likewise I have never been drunk.