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» Churches, temples and holy places
Armistice Day
Every year on Armistice Day, as members of the Boys' Brigade (the Christian equivalent of the Hitler Youth) we'd have to attend the local church service of remembrance. One year, in order to spice up the minute's silence, I thought it would be a good idea to take the pin from my poppy and jag my best mate firmly in the arse. The comedy gold would be derived from the fact that he'd be unable to make a sound despite the sharp pain.
Or so I thought.
In complete reverential silence he let rip with the loudest "FUUUUCK" you've ever heard. EVERY head in the church turns our way. So I quickly close my eyes pretending I'm in deep contemplative prayer. In retrospect this made me look suspiciously guilty - being the only person not curious to see the source of the noise. My guilt was further exposed 2 seconds later when my mate gives me, a not undeserved, peach of a dead-arm. The two of us were suspended from the Boys' Brigade for a fortnight.
(Fri 2nd Sep 2011, 13:41, More)
Armistice Day
Every year on Armistice Day, as members of the Boys' Brigade (the Christian equivalent of the Hitler Youth) we'd have to attend the local church service of remembrance. One year, in order to spice up the minute's silence, I thought it would be a good idea to take the pin from my poppy and jag my best mate firmly in the arse. The comedy gold would be derived from the fact that he'd be unable to make a sound despite the sharp pain.
Or so I thought.
In complete reverential silence he let rip with the loudest "FUUUUCK" you've ever heard. EVERY head in the church turns our way. So I quickly close my eyes pretending I'm in deep contemplative prayer. In retrospect this made me look suspiciously guilty - being the only person not curious to see the source of the noise. My guilt was further exposed 2 seconds later when my mate gives me, a not undeserved, peach of a dead-arm. The two of us were suspended from the Boys' Brigade for a fortnight.
(Fri 2nd Sep 2011, 13:41, More)