HebrideanUltraTerfHecate on Nostr: Most of it was, Arvo Pärt, Bach, sublime as always, a lovely little piece I had ...
Most of it was, Arvo Pärt, Bach, sublime as always, a lovely little piece I had never heard before by someone called Pickford, I think they said, from around late 1600s, couple of other unknowns, some Mozart, then this terrible modern piece by some South American woman, I think, that sounded like a cross between a cow farting up a drainpipe and the wind whining. Some woman stomped out at that point snapping at them "This is a church, for God's sake!" 🤷♀️
Issue was this sodding child two rows in front, why she had brought him I do not know, he and his sister, at least she sat still, had these massive earphones clamped to their heads. He fiddlearsed with his all the time, same with his scarf and some weird thing that looked like a small bag, off and on, up and down, off on on his mother's knee, banging the chair of the woman in front of him every time he moved. It really was infuriating and so distracting. Leaving him aside there was a general kind of low level scraping and shuffling, and some other older kids up and down to the lavatory frequently. Usually at these concerts you could hear a pin drop, we haven't been since before the pandemic, didn't fancy last year's programme, too much cow farting stuff, and it is not the right event for that kind of thing, but they needed a stiff lesson in how to behave.
FunsizeScot1975 🏴 Or Susan if you’re feeling familiar (nprofile…pnln) there were men in the church with their hats still on, can you credit it, my Presbyterian soul almost burst into flames 😆 I could just hear all the cailleachan back home with a colossal intake of breath!
Also, the curry I had was dreadful and the place not pleasant, never again! His was ok, and mine was still not as revolting as the one I had in the famed Ashoka in Glasgow. That truly was a disgrace.
Issue was this sodding child two rows in front, why she had brought him I do not know, he and his sister, at least she sat still, had these massive earphones clamped to their heads. He fiddlearsed with his all the time, same with his scarf and some weird thing that looked like a small bag, off and on, up and down, off on on his mother's knee, banging the chair of the woman in front of him every time he moved. It really was infuriating and so distracting. Leaving him aside there was a general kind of low level scraping and shuffling, and some other older kids up and down to the lavatory frequently. Usually at these concerts you could hear a pin drop, we haven't been since before the pandemic, didn't fancy last year's programme, too much cow farting stuff, and it is not the right event for that kind of thing, but they needed a stiff lesson in how to behave.
FunsizeScot1975 🏴 Or Susan if you’re feeling familiar (nprofile…pnln) there were men in the church with their hats still on, can you credit it, my Presbyterian soul almost burst into flames 😆 I could just hear all the cailleachan back home with a colossal intake of breath!
Also, the curry I had was dreadful and the place not pleasant, never again! His was ok, and mine was still not as revolting as the one I had in the famed Ashoka in Glasgow. That truly was a disgrace.