The Willow Christmas Nativity has been and gone; the little baby Jesus has safely been born and Shepherds and Kings/Magi made their scheduled flight plans and arrived at Beth'lem. Innkeepers were reassuringly full (the busy season, best time of the year) and stable room was found for the Saviour of the world.
Speaking of which, I'm always mildly tickled when I see Heman's names amidst the Psalms and I canna be the only one...
There were an awful lot of cameras amidst the assembled Willow parents this morning. I remember mum and Jane used to share one back in the '70's.
'Do not say, "Why were the old days better than these?" For it is not wise to ask such questions.' Ecclesiastes 7:10
We Mediciers had a thought at the Covgar Hostelry last night: an amusing TV programme might be a sort of reverse 'Life on Mars': some sort of story line with a back drop of folk in 21st century teeny London, smoking on tube carriages and buses and in pubs/cinemas/theatres while going to Les Arcs Jaune (Macdonalds) and being asked if they'd reserved a table, then being shown to a white linen laid table for two, silver service, then the soup course is served etc etc, using luncheon vouchers to pay for their meal or maybe signing cheque... a sort of '70's meets 2011's, with the architectural backdrop of Nodnol as we know it today, cars, products, shops, places. I don't know what sort of storyline you'd use though and that would have to be worked out... hey! This idea is copyright to me!
The rehearsing went well for the Christmas Oratorio last night. Thwoo my germy fug the choir seemed pretty accurate and JMB very graciously gave a 'to door' lift service back from ze pub; I'd fallen asleep somewhere around Vauxhall a la Citroen. Sloe Solutions final waft of 2009 product got an airing, laced with ginger and chemicals of a cold ministering to kind. Parp!
'Urgent case of Manflu... convene Cobra! I want the PM aware of every development, it's a dangerous strain and we could go viral... go to Defcon 3, the nation's running out of tissues... critical paracetamol levels'
There's probably an advert in there for Vicks or some other product.
No-one had man flu in the '70's....
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