Christ, The Noise.

Today’s Mass has to have been the loudest I’ve been to this year.
Kids screaming all over the place, throwing stuff and running about.
We would have been gagged and our hamstrings cut with a nail file before that happened.
It made it difficult to concentrate on the regular nutters and almost impossible to hear the priest.
He’d got a face full of incense and was reacting to it like pepper spray, with the coughing and the streaming eyes thing.
Not a great prospect when you know he is going to be handling a bit of wafer that will end up in your mouth.
The head slapper was there but has had a new string to his bow of unusual behaviours, extreme nose picking.
Although it had a serious ‘Yuk’ factor, it was fascinating to watch.
The hymns this week were chosen from the neglected classic,
“100 Hymns For Organists Who Never Hit The Same Note Twice.”

I love this article.
The Irish cousins have ‘medicined’ me with this stuff.
Believing that an enormous capacity for Russian vodka will in anyway prepare you for Poteen, is folly.
It leaves you with the most basic of Limbic functions.
Working lungs and heart, sometimes in sporadic bursts, but that’s about it.
As something that brings ‘a shock of joy to the heart’? You can’t go wrong.
The lesson I have learned is, never have more than one and never finish the one you have.
Absinthe has a dreamy Fairy associated with drinking it.
Poteen is more likely to be a Lurcher breeding, bare knuckle fighting, Traveller Family.
Not so great for marketing purposes.

This afternoon I watched my Beloved Spurs draw and the film about William Wilberforce, ‘Amazing Grace’.
What a hero.
Had me quite choked up at times.
The football and the film!
I’ve eaten left over curry and had a glass of Indian beer.
Not a bad way to spend a day.