ANSWER ME!

[slemslempike]

[Poll #573296]


Yes, of course I've done my presentation.
Some of it.
In my MIND.
Look, a pterodactyl is making off with Margaret Thatcher's wig! *runs*
(BBC news reported the break up of Mark Thatcher's marriage, and included this paragraph:

"Educated at Harrow, he left in 1971 with just three O-levels. He did not go to university, and failed his accountancy exams three times."

And then they begrudgingly admit that he's actually quite successful.

Comments

[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

Oh, the happy-clappy hymns! Welcome to my primary school experience.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

alicamel is deprived! She was forced to sing proper hymns, and doesn't know the ones from Come and Praise! They are very singable, especially for car journeys.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

You don't know 'Autumn Days'? With the highly religious line "jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled"? You are also deprived.

[felinitykat]

And mine! I can still picture the blue hymn-book.

[sam-t.livejournal.com]

Mine, too. One of our teachers rebelled and made us sing Bob Dylan songs instead. I don't think he intended the effect of making us think Bob Dylan was a hymn-writer.

[hope]

SHEEP ARE CUTE
SHEEP ARE BEAUT
SHEEP ARE SOFT AND CURLY
BUT WHEN I TAKE 'EM INTO TOWN
I HAVETA START OFF EARLY
CAUSE
THEY NEVER GO THE WAY I WANT
AND I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME
I JUST GIVE A WHISTLE
AND I CALL FOR BOB THE KELPIE!


i don't know any of those hymns, but i did sing 'bob the kelpie' constantly for one 8-hour roadtrip in a small call with 5 slightly over-sized fangirls.

WHEEEEEEE!

[hope]

a small car, even.

sorry, the memories overwhelmed me and i couldn't see my brain the keyboard for a moment.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what the tune is for that. Or I would try to emulate you. I did make up a song with my sister about Spot the Dog which we were banned from singing by my parents.

[peeeeeeet.livejournal.com]

Also, Colours of day dawn into the mind, the sun has come up, the night is behind, go down in the ciiiiity into the street, and let's give the message to the people we meet. Etc.

Hymn writers are so lazy. That one doesn't even really have a melody, the notes just go upwards for a bit then downwards for a bit then upwards again. It's very wrong.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

And we used to sing hymns written to the theme tunes of Eastenders and Van Der Valk. 'Way long ago in the days of the prophets, they told of a king to beeeeeeee,/ Called by the name of Wonderful Counsellor, coming to set men freeeeeeee.' Etc.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Wossat one? It sounds vaguely familiar, but I don't think I do know it.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I think anything up to 20,000 words is a dissertation and most theses are around 50,000-100,000 words. But I don't what comes in between.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I think that's what I think. Generally there isn't anything in the middle, you either write up to 20 or over 50. Which is a little odd.

[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

You didn't mention 'Cucumber, My Lord, Cucumber'!

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Cucumber?

[glitzfrau.livejournal.com]

...evry knee shall bow, evry tongue confess him, king of GLO-HOO-ry now. Tis the father's pleasure, we shall CALL him LOORD...

That rocks! Rules, I tell you!

*stomps up and down in nineteenth-century church militant fashion*

Did you ever do Will your Anchor Hold? Stirring stuff.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

That sounds a bit too proper-hymn for me! I only ever did happy clappy hymns usually, at primary school until I was nine. But they are all great for bellowing. Unfortunately the tape pitched them all far too high, so we all had to just select a note randomly to start on and blunder on through it. AND they slowed down Seek Ye First.

[jekesta]

I put my arms in and then breasts and then do it up. Not this fanciful breasts and then arms and then doing up thingy that you fancifully suggest. No.

One more step around the world I go does turn corners yes yay:)

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think I do that too. I can't remember. No, first I pinion the bra with my breasts, and then I fumble throughy the straps. I think. I have to stop thinking about that or I'll be forced to go to the toilet and take it off so I can put it back on again and see what I do.

AND IT'S FROOOOOOOOM THE OLD I TRAVEL TO THE NEEEEEEEEEEEW

[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD (aptly enough), I'm the only one here who actually knows the Family of Man (...keeps sowing! The seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds of a new life evry daaaaay) I think we might actually have clapped, too. But then there was the cowboy hymn! You've made me remember the cowboy hymn and now you must suffer.

When I climb into my saddle,
Gonna take him to my heart!

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

jekesta will be pleased - she was a little shocked that we didn't know it.

OH! THERE'LL BE A NEW WORLD BEGINNING FROM TONGIHT! I'd forgotten that completely, so now you''ve reminded me, and that's just cruel.

[gair.livejournal.com]

Having answered that I didn't know that "rise and shine and give God the glory, glory" one, I now find myself UNABLE TO STOP SINGING IT. Thanks for bringing back a VERY ANNOYING memory.

At my primary school we sang Blowing in the Wind (the Bob Dylan song) as a hymn. This is one of the funniest encapsulations of the generation gap between me (30) and my girlfriend (56) I know.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Children of the loooord.

With the actions, I hope?

Hee! Did you get to sing it with the appropriate Dylan nasal tone? We sang Yellow Submarine when I was in primary school.

Lord told Noah to build him an arkie arkie

[glitterboy1.livejournal.com]

I had sort of hoped that I might come away from the hymns with a clean sheet, but I had to admit to knowing a couple.

As for 'thesis', Cambridge is very picky: they're all 'dissertations', even the one for your PhD.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Really? I call anything less than about 50,000 a dissertation, but I've never heard of anywhere calling the PhDs dissertations. Interesting!

Did you not sing the happy clappy ones in primary then? Deprived!

[chiasmata]

Bra: The first option, except that instead of doing it round my waist, I do it with it round my chest.

I have no idea how I know that many hymns, since after the age of 6 I didn't go to a school that sang hymns. Obviously the things I learnt when I was 5 have stuck...

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's kind of waht I meant, somewhere below the actual breasts.

I didn't sing hymns after the age of nine, and only the ones I've listed from then. Clearly I've remembered the important things.

[percyprune.livejournal.com]

Mark Thatcher is quite successful because he shamelessly traded on his mummy's name in an arms deal with the Saudis. Not that it was his idea, of course, but some wealthy men with genuine entrepreneurial skills saw him as a useful conduit with connections and groomed him for the job. Later he married a Texan heiress, falling ass-backwards into money.

So there you have it. To be rich, you neeed no mad skillz. Just make sure you are the son of the Prime Minister and then marry a wealthy heiress. Easy.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I have noted it accordingly, and have started grooming my mother for the Prime Minister slot.

[notmarcie.livejournal.com]

I know the dreary hymns and the happy clappy hymns. That's the beauty of going to a CofE school with a trendy vicar and a miserable Methodist church.

I now present the lyrics to Family of Man
The family of Man keeps growing
The family of Man keeps sowing
The seeds of a new life every day

I belong to a family, the biggest on the earth
Ten thousand every day are coming to birth
Our name isn't Davis, Hall, Groves, or Jones
It's a name every man should be proud he owns

I've got a sister in Melbourne, a brother in Paris
The whole wide world is dad and mum to me
Wherever you go you'll find my kin
Whatever the creed or the colour of the skin

The miner in the Rhondda, the coolie in Peking
The men across the ocean who plough, reap and spin
They've got a life and others to share it
So let's bridge the oceans and declare

From the North Pole ice to the snow at the other
There is not a man I wouldn't call brother
But there isn't much time, I've had my fill
Of the men of war who intend to kill

Some people say the world's a horrible place
But it's just as good or bad as the human race
Dirt and misery or health and joy
Man can build or can destroy


I know many many more. Of the upbeat "Hey, the CofE is run, look at us swaying slightly of Songs of Praise" variety.

You should sing "If I had a hammer" because of the comedy "Aaaaaaallllllll over this land" line. This was sung to great effect with my sister and I on a Girl Guide camping trip, until she whacked me with a mallet on the line "I'd hammer out love between my brother and my sister, aaaaallllllll over this land"

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Ooh! I will get Jen to teach me the tune for the next car journey. Which, come to think of it, is for Connotations next weekend.

[the_antichris.livejournal.com]

We only sang boring songs at my Presbyterian high school. The best was Fuck Yeah, It's Holidays, oops, I mean Lord Dismiss Us.

However, on road trips my family sang a special Horseshoe Bay song, words variable, to the tune of the national anthem. One version:

We are going to Horseshoe Bay
For our [....] holiday.
We are going very fast
And soon we will be there at last.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Sounds catchy! I don't actually know Lord Dismiss Us. Or, come to that, the tune of the national anthem. I am v. iggerant.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

You know the Water of Life one...is that to the tune of Rupert the Bear?

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

The first part is, isn't it! I'm not sure about the bit that comes after "ruuupert, Rupert the bear" though. And I can't remember the tune properly anyway.