It’s Christmas Eve here Down Under.
Although it’s a work day it seems real quiet outside.
Family can be trying at the best of times but try to enjoy yourself nonetheless @Skyrison
Personally I’d be more concerned about the general public and loonies and drunks on the road.
thanks elric. you enjoy things over there as well. i wish i could say the same about things being quiet here. it’s a damn madhouse! people are rushing around like CRAZY. it’s quite insane. like the world is ending or something. I’ll try to keep my head on straight with the in laws. wish me luck lol
Here’s the thing Sky, a bloke can’t win when another guys missus or kids get too lippy or out of line, no matter how he tries.
You’ll always end up the bad guy
Here’s what works for me in those situations; I’ll look intently at the females partner or childs father and say something to the effect that since they’re doing nothing to address the behaviour, should I take that to mean that they would like me to speak to the offending female or child?
This is my favourite Christmas carol that brings back so many memories.
One year the church choir sang it for the congregation when I was 11yo. I sang the first verse solo [before my voice broke of course]
Our choir master was a kind man who I think knew that I was not treated well by my father.
He caught me smoking a ciggie before night service that Christmas Eve. He gave me a gentle lecture on the evils of smoking and how it harms the vocal chords. He then gave me a mint to disguise my breath. Out of respect for the dear man I never smoked before choir practice or church again.
Ironically I smoked to piss my father off
The funny thing is I had no idea that it was obvious to any non-smoker that I stunk of tobacco after I’d had a smoke. They knew
Fuck. Unavailable [It was the Kings School boys choir] Oh well . . . . .
[quote=“Elric”]This is my favourite Christmas carol that brings back so many memories.
One year the church choir sang it for the congregation when I was 11yo. I sang the first verse solo [before my voice broke of course]
Our choir master was a kind man who I think knew that I was not treated well by my father.
He caught me smoking a ciggie before night service that Christmas Eve. He gave me a gentle lecture on the evils of smoking and how it harms the vocal chords. He then gave me a mint to disguise my breath. Out of respect for the dear man I never smoked before choir practice or church again.
Ironically I smoked to piss my father off
The funny thing is I had no idea that it was obvious to any non-smoker that I stunk of tobacco after I’d had a smoke. Thet knew
Yeah it sucks. It was the Kings school boys choir. The first verse was sung Mezzo-soprano [?] by the younger lads that reminded me of my solo.
Can you imagine, Elric the choir boy? Standing in the choir stalls, snow white hair looking like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth
The old spinsters would gather around mother at the end of the church service singing my praises, “He has the voice of an angel” I heard one saying [the poor old dear was probably half deaf but I took it as a compliment]. When I overheard mother repeating this to father he added “With the heart of a devil” That man was a dead set cunt.
I was a good boy [Just a touch mischievous]
Edit to add; I can’t sing this carol without getting a bit choked up Not sure why.