tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101100994610518373.post3985337535179305351..comments2023-04-07T09:53:26.325-04:00Comments on The Freelance Retort: Knumb KneesBrian Moloneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12849274639037366384noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101100994610518373.post-41116905228109516282015-04-11T16:35:40.934-04:002015-04-11T16:35:40.934-04:00Hey...they gave you a cool uniform. Can't com...Hey...they gave you a cool uniform. Can't compete with a cool uniform...and maybe a horn!Brian Moloneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12849274639037366384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101100994610518373.post-59536679077440709962015-04-11T16:34:26.006-04:002015-04-11T16:34:26.006-04:00I blocked it all out...plus the meds kicked in.......I blocked it all out...plus the meds kicked in....Brian Moloneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12849274639037366384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101100994610518373.post-28471398595441932942015-04-11T14:33:37.120-04:002015-04-11T14:33:37.120-04:00Nice one Brian, as a severely lapsed catholic myse...Nice one Brian, as a severely lapsed catholic myself who can actually lay claim to Aunty Theresa a nun in the family and Uncle John the priest who became a college dean in Canada I knew all about devout. I sang in latin and could recite the complete mass in the same. Although, I only had and inkling of what it might all mean. There was a lot of repetition thankfully. My mate Vicky Stimpson got me into deep sxxt by marching with the Salvation Army (as you know a bunch of dedicated (Proddy Doggies). They had better songs and I just loved "My Cup Runneth Over" There you go, I got excommunicated for singing that during school lunch break. Six of there best to be sure, by the father of the famous actress Pauline Collins, Mr Collins was my Headmaster and he was not enamoured with my defection.Cliff Lettshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02824271347133632569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1101100994610518373.post-48106325848838235492015-04-10T14:47:23.300-04:002015-04-10T14:47:23.300-04:00Brian - Interesting story from your 6th grade self...Brian - Interesting story from your 6th grade self. I go to the Catholic church nearby to light candles and the scenes on the wall for the stations of the cross are beautiful as well. I took a cruise in 1981 and we had several ports of call, among them Egypt, Turkey, Israel ... I was glad to see the Via Dolorosa was part of our tour group's agenda that day. I wasn't prepared for the commercialism - it was amazing. Yes, you could buy blessed crosses from a man on a donkey at the beginning ... I got one for my grandmother and mom, but then as you go along the way, there are cheap souvenirs and postcards - I was astounded ... a holy place where they were hawking souvenirs. I remember all the fellow tour members sharing the same sentiment. That was in 1981 - perhaps it is different now ... it was quite a shock at the time. I never went to Catholic school, but my mom did and she used to tell me all about the nuns rapping your fingers ,,, the girls had the nuns, the boys had the brothers for their teachers. At St. Helen's school, they never turned that ruler loose ... you misbehaved, you got the ruler smacked across your knuckles. She said the kids back then were terrified of the nuns in their flowing black dresses - did they win the coronets too or was that just Sr. Bertrille?Lindanoreply@blogger.com