tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post7097456282928618580..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Tradition has the upper hand.Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-16005411996254056532006-11-14T17:32:00.000+00:002006-11-14T17:32:00.000+00:00One doesn't want to curb enthusiasm, let alone und...One doesn't want to curb enthusiasm, let alone undermine talent, but you need to do what is right for the occasion and the audience. <br /><br />Er, congregation.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-76016223860139693202006-11-14T17:11:00.000+00:002006-11-14T17:11:00.000+00:00I would vote soundly beside you for a quick recita...I would vote soundly beside you for a quick recital of the story, a bit of uplifting and lots and lots of old favorite carols.<br /><br />Our organist is a lovely man, truely talented, but he thinks its his job to uplift us with rare resounding music we haven't heard before.The Boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06052411992134880131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-83355035387840388682006-11-14T17:07:00.000+00:002006-11-14T17:07:00.000+00:00Wow! Oh. My. God. I somehow feel that no one wil...Wow! Oh. My. God. I somehow feel that no one will be able to top (or do I mean bottom?) that.<br /><br />And thank you for the compliment.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-21101991239674772432006-11-14T17:00:00.000+00:002006-11-14T17:00:00.000+00:00I used to know a Major Anus as a child (Army brat)...I used to know a Major Anus as a child (Army brat) He had 4 kids. They used to say of him, "Here comes Major Anus and his four little arseholes". Sorry to vulgar up the post. I enjoy your writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-6192229860212439762006-11-14T16:43:00.000+00:002006-11-14T16:43:00.000+00:00Oh, Tess, you made me jump. You've been sitting t...Oh, Tess, you made me jump. You've been sitting there waiting for me. <br /><br />So sorry about your accident angel, I hope you aren't feeling too awful.<br /><br />Big kiss *here* <br /><br />And *here*Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-56443871184198373652006-11-14T16:37:00.000+00:002006-11-14T16:37:00.000+00:00haha Wendy - I think I am always spaced out like t...haha Wendy - I think I am always spaced out like this!! Tessie Poo indeed.<br /><br />I used to have a member of my staff called Margaret Ann Durrant but she did marry into Durrant. She wasn't either. <br /><br />Oooooh a big kiss - now that sounds nice!!<br /><br />xxIdentikithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05159536338491414205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-79842904486924033212006-11-14T16:36:00.000+00:002006-11-14T16:36:00.000+00:00Pat, my ambition is to be a recluse. Any tips gra...Pat, my ambition is to be a recluse. Any tips gratefully received. <br /><br />Anon, a friend's first grandchild was born yesterday, her name is Holly Midwinter. I thought this was a fabulous name and am now on the lookout for an unhitched bloke called Midwinter so that I can ask him to marry me (my husband is a reasonable man and would Understand). However, Hippity Hopper comes a close second.<br /><br />Wendz, maybe I will, maybe I will.<br /><br />May I point out, again, that it is playing WELL that makes you a musician, not just playing most of the notes and some of them in the right order, even if it is with <i>feeling</i>, dahling.<br /><br />Poor darling Tess, I will go and send her a big kiss.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-82885028008635554292006-11-14T16:09:00.000+00:002006-11-14T16:09:00.000+00:00Actually I think you ARE a musical genius - crikey...Actually I think you ARE a musical genius - crikey how many instruments do you play?<br /><br />And will you wear a nice red Santa hat trimmed in white fur for the clarinet welcoming bit?<br /><br />Tess is a bit spacey today because she had a nasty car crash on Saturday and is on whoozy painkillers...but she's ok - thankfully.<br /><br />We love you Tessie Poo - get better soon.:O)y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-19064719140405272752006-11-14T15:41:00.001+00:002006-11-14T15:41:00.001+00:00Actually Ms. Hopper's first name was probably Hipp...Actually Ms. Hopper's first name was probably Hippity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-66694449530291577532006-11-14T15:41:00.000+00:002006-11-14T15:41:00.000+00:00Thank God for that! I can live with the fact you ...Thank God for that! I can live with the fact you play the organ and the clarinet and goodness knows what else but to have done all the Christmas palaver by now would be more than I could stomach. And I'm sure you need the patience of a saint when trying to get things done and have women - and men - just wittering.<br />I remember my days on committees and ETWG! Now I am a recluse!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-21781988744918918162006-11-14T15:08:00.000+00:002006-11-14T15:08:00.000+00:00Sorry Tess, that was really thoughtless of me. I ...Sorry Tess, that was really thoughtless of me. I will shy away from the subject for the next few weeks, until I start complaining about not having done Anything and there are only a few days to go.<br /><br />Actually, preparations start early in one respect as my evenings will soon be spent making holly wreaths for my son's shop. I do not enjoy it. <br /><br />I am a dreadful organ player, be as sarcastic as you like.<br /><br />I did know someone called J@yne Dr@yne. And someone called D0r0thy (Dot) St0tt. The first married into the name, but the second was, inexplicably, named that at birth.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-62087947779938471622006-11-14T14:41:00.000+00:002006-11-14T14:41:00.000+00:00Gosh, that was a shock to the system hearing about...Gosh, that was a shock to the system hearing about Christmas. I avoid supermarkets so I don't have to face up to the inevitable but I thought that on blogger I was safe!<br /><br />Loved the organ playing description. I love to listen to the organ. I often go into the cathedral just to hear it. <br /><br />You are a musical genius as well as all your other talents.<br /><br />Sorry I never got to comment on Miss Hopper. I did wonder if she had a secret thing about the name Poppy because it was perhaps her own name - can you imagine "Poppy Hopper". Actually her name was probably "Space" wasn't it? <br /><br />Now I am being very silly so I will go.Identikithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05159536338491414205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-61287318235000399312006-11-14T09:44:00.000+00:002006-11-14T09:44:00.000+00:00Hey, Missy Sarcastic, I meant by 6pm on Christmas ...Hey, Missy Sarcastic, I meant by 6pm on Christmas Eve. I don't prepare ahead, where's the 'fun' in that? Usually, the Amazon delivery vans are queueing up at my gateway all through the week before Christmas.<br /><br />The description of my organ playing is spot on, however. Afterwards, we give them very nice coffee and then they are welcome to come with me to the pub.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-18179737339147704072006-11-14T09:31:00.000+00:002006-11-14T09:31:00.000+00:00Oh you are so organised. I am impressed. Have you ...Oh you are so organised. I am impressed. Have you roasted the turkey yet? Done the bread sauce? No? thought not...ha! Still plenty to do my girl - no resting on your laurels!<br /><br />I'd love to be in church when you are skipping through a somber hymn...I can just see you pounding away on your keys, head bopping briskly, feet tap tap tapping and everyone desperately trying to keep up with that mad mad organist. They probably go home thoroughly confused and out of sorts and in dire need of a glass of wine.<br /><br />:O)y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.com