This is one from a friend’s taxi driver. He was hired for the day of this little girl’s first communion which, apparently, is quite common. He drove her to the hairdresser, to the dressmaker, to the beautician for her nails and facial and then the child’s mother looked at her watch and said, “You know, we’re running late, we’ll go straight to lunch.†I suppose it might be apocryphal.
Think I have heard this one all right.
Have heard from sister of a teacher in a very large Irish commuter belt town, of how much they try to emphasise that family/visitors must sit quietly in the pews i.e. no loud talking and calling out during the Mass and in particular that food is not allowed – this after one year they had to clear up heaps of McDonald’s wrappers etc.
This first Communion malarky is fascinating. I wonder if there is a BBC2 equivalent TV station in Papua New Guinea that would like to come to The West & make a anthropological documentary about the whole thing. Similar to BBC2 Documentaries I’ve seen on rites of passage amongst ‘tribal people’ of New Guinea.
Eimear, the food thing. The horror.
I’m sure they’re pitching it now in PNG, C.
‘My Big Fat Irish First Communion’. You know it makes sense…
TM, suspect that it’s in pre-production.