I use mine as an Odd Sock Bag. I still haven't worked out what to do with the CDs (three in our family). As for the music on them: who listens to that sort of tosh?
Ah the contents, seem to have totally miplaced them.
A recording of the MacMillan Mass to practise would have been handy, especially since we wasted time being on R4 when we could have had a run thro' on the Sunday morning. We did have 6 hours to kill after all.
It was hanging on the back of the bathroom door for ages. now it has disappeared, but will no doubt reappear at some point when I am looking for something else entirely. the Service book was around in the office long enough for me to use it to argue with my sister about the superiority of James MacMillan, to Bernadette Farrell.
Bernie has just kept hers in a cupboard: "They were horrible bags: that's why everyone hates Catholics; we have such bad dress sense." (But then she is off to University to read Fine Art, so maybe has over-developed aesthetic sensitivity...)
Indeed! I had looked forward to the CD thinking that we would hear the MacMillan mass and so my disappointment was great. There eas also ghastly music as I arrived in Cofton Park and then the terrible drivel from that school after the mass.... But the mass- and the Holy Father: WONDERFUL!
Ben - I suppose they were saying, 'White or yellow, white or yellow?' and went for yellow.
Patricius- There was music when you arrived?
It was pitch dark and raining when we got there shortly after 4am. I was hoping that the coach driver could get lost and do a circuit of B'ham before setting us down. Still we did get pretty close to the front where we pitched our encampment.
I felt sorry for that school. We were all tired and wanted to go. But then I sit through all sorts for a living and tend to feel sorry for anyone doing music.
The only reason for going was the Mass.
The impromptu meet ups in motorway services on the M40 were fun though. 15 coaches pulled up shortly after 2am and they had one person making coffee and then all these happy people with yellow bags turned up who all seemed to keep meeting old friends. I bumped into the first bassoon from my orch on the way back. We are presently looking at churches we play in in central London, deciding which ones could be good for the Ordinariate.
We've kind of kept ours for "good" for use as "days out bags" for the children -- I didn't want them to get trashed with gym kits etc., so they're still in fairly good nick and it's fun to take them out and reminisce when we go on trips.
I think the bright yellow bags were a great idea, even if they aren't uber-trendy -- every now and again I'll spot somebody carrying one on a train or the street and it gives a nice warm feeling of solidarity :-)
I like the brand recognition too. After we got back I poppped into a shop to buy some milk and Alpen, which is what I eat when I'm very tired. The shop assistant was very into the whole Papal Visit thing, just as the girl serving me in Pret in Victoria St wanted to know about the length of the queue in Westminster Cathedral for St Therese's relics when I put my votive candle on the counter.
I agree - visibility is a kind of evangelisation these days, and what's interesting is how more often than you'd expect people's reaction is positive. Food for thought.
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I use mine as an Odd Sock Bag. I still haven't worked out what to do with the CDs (three in our family). As for the music on them: who listens to that sort of tosh?
Ah the contents, seem to have totally miplaced them.
A recording of the MacMillan Mass to practise would have been handy, especially since we wasted time being on R4 when we could have had a run thro' on the Sunday morning. We did have 6 hours to kill after all.
It was hanging on the back of the bathroom door for ages. now it has disappeared, but will no doubt reappear at some point when I am looking for something else entirely. the Service book was around in the office long enough for me to use it to argue with my sister about the superiority of James MacMillan, to Bernadette Farrell.
We have 8 in the house! They are all kit bags now, variously PE, rugby, swimming. I'm happy that my children (for the most part) are keen to use them.
Bernie has just kept hers in a cupboard: "They were horrible bags: that's why everyone hates Catholics; we have such bad dress sense." (But then she is off to University to read Fine Art, so maybe has over-developed aesthetic sensitivity...)
Indeed! I had looked forward to the CD thinking that we would hear the MacMillan mass and so my disappointment was great. There eas also ghastly music as I arrived in Cofton Park and then the terrible drivel from that school after the mass....
But the mass- and the Holy Father: WONDERFUL!
Ben - I suppose they were saying, 'White or yellow, white or yellow?' and went for yellow.
Patricius-
There was music when you arrived?
It was pitch dark and raining when we got there shortly after 4am. I was hoping that the coach driver could get lost and do a circuit of B'ham before setting us down. Still we did get pretty close to the front where we pitched our encampment.
I felt sorry for that school. We were all tired and wanted to go. But then I sit through all sorts for a living and tend to feel sorry for anyone doing music.
The only reason for going was the Mass.
The impromptu meet ups in motorway services on the M40 were fun though. 15 coaches pulled up shortly after 2am and they had one person making coffee and then all these happy people with yellow bags turned up who all seemed to keep meeting old friends. I bumped into the first bassoon from my orch on the way back. We are presently looking at churches we play in in central London, deciding which ones could be good for the Ordinariate.
Mine just wore out...but then, it was the 1982 version...he, he!
We've kind of kept ours for "good" for use as "days out bags" for the children -- I didn't want them to get trashed with gym kits etc., so they're still in fairly good nick and it's fun to take them out and reminisce when we go on trips.
I think the bright yellow bags were a great idea, even if they aren't uber-trendy -- every now and again I'll spot somebody carrying one on a train or the street and it gives a nice warm feeling of solidarity :-)
Annie Elizabeth,
I like the brand recognition too. After we got back I poppped into a shop to buy some milk and Alpen, which is what I eat when I'm very tired. The shop assistant was very into the whole Papal Visit thing, just as the girl serving me in Pret in Victoria St wanted to know about the length of the queue in Westminster Cathedral for St Therese's relics when I put my votive candle on the counter.
I agree - visibility is a kind of evangelisation these days, and what's interesting is how more often than you'd expect people's reaction is positive. Food for thought.
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