went to a carol service in a country barn disevening. it was very rustic and enjoyable, except given the number of people rammed in there, you'd think they could sing a bit louder. and i couldn't really hear the rev/mc - he needs a megaphone.
we got a glass of mulled wine on the way in too. after that it was off to a country pub for a steak meal. couldn't believe how empty the place was - i thought it'd be heaving.
having a carol sing-song reminds me of when i was 17/18/19 or so. every year my best mate and i used to go to our other best mate in a village outside of Bristol. we'd go down the pub on christmas eve, get hammered, then we always thought it was a brilliant idea to go to the church for the midnight carol service.
looking back i'm shocked at my behaviour, it must have been so annoying for the locals *hangs head in retrospective shame*
torchy!
ps. a few people have made guesses about my cock, predominantly on the top line. i ain't giving any clues. i reckon most of you are just reeling from the horror of it all.
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