All this talk about banning and general naughtiness, takes me back to my schooldays, when I got in to trouble once or twice (only once or twice mind ; I was the "quiet type" who got away with blue murder, because all the loud kids drew the attention to themselves)
I fondly remember a morning assembly, with the whole school present, and as usual, we sung hymns or songs before the morning lecture from the headmaster.
One morning, we had to sing "Where have all the flowers gone", by whichever artist I forget.
My only defence for my vocal transgression, was the fact that the previous night, I had been watching "Top of the Pops".
Which is why, even to this day, when I hear the lyrics to :
"Where have all the flowers gone",
I cannot resist to shout out,
"Up Morrissey's Arse"
Thank you, you've been a lovely audience....
I fondly remember a morning assembly, with the whole school present, and as usual, we sung hymns or songs before the morning lecture from the headmaster.
One morning, we had to sing "Where have all the flowers gone", by whichever artist I forget.
My only defence for my vocal transgression, was the fact that the previous night, I had been watching "Top of the Pops".
Which is why, even to this day, when I hear the lyrics to :
"Where have all the flowers gone",
I cannot resist to shout out,
"Up Morrissey's Arse"
Thank you, you've been a lovely audience....
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