anyway, the LP, I remember from bloody infant school where apparently I was known for arguing with teacher that bible stories weren’t real. Phonetic at that age:
ah father
wit chart in heaven
halo bead thigh name
yadda yadda yadda
four vine is the kingdom
the power and the glory
for ever and ever
eh men…
I can even stick the proddy bit on the end if I need to.
Ah but what is it that you want forgiven: sins, debts or trespasses?
We always said “trespasses”, which I always thought was odd because we don’t have a trespassing law in Scotland and even if we did it seems like a pretty minor infraction to be bothering the Big Fella with.
Maybe it’s more aimed at the Cheeky Footpath users?
Personally “forgive us our debts” makes more sense to me, but the bank disagrees.
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
is my favourite
I read in an interview once that Josh Bender would recite this every time he was about to huck himself off some pelvis smashing cliff:
Here we go looby loo
Here we go looby light
Here we go looby loo
All on a Saturday night
You put your right hand in
You take your right hand out
You give your hand a shake, shake, shake
And turn yourself about
Here we go looby loo
Here we go looby light
Here we go looby loo
All on a Saturday night
You put your left hand in
You take your left hand out
You give your left hand a shake, shake, shake
And turn yourself about
Here we go looby loo
Here we go looby light
Here we go looby loo
All on a Saturday night
You put your right foot in
You take your right foot out
You give your right foot a shake, shake, shake
And turn yourself about
Here we go looby loo
Here we go looby light
Here we go looby loo
All on a Saturday night
You put your left foot in
You take your left foot out
You give your left foot a shake, shake, shake
And turn yourself about
Here we go looby loo
Here we go looby light
Here we go looby loo
All on a Saturday night
You put your whole self in
You take your whole self out
You give your whole self a shake, shake, shake
And turn yourself about
Hail Mary, full of cheese, the lord is with ears, pray for us in this now, our of are deaf… Nope, soz. Catholic schooled but not a left-footer so not fully indoctrinated, I had to pick the words up as they went along 😆
I can just about remember the lord’s prayer. The ‘daily bread’ bit always confused me because my mam used to buy a loaf of Sunblest every couple of days and me and my sister would squabble over the little placcy clip thinger that we’d put on our bikes’ brake cables (in rainbow order please, no randomness here.)
I could recite the lords prayer in Welsh too long after I forgot the language itself, although not any more so clearly it has a link to language somewhere.
I can remember the reg of my mam’s old Vauxhall astra – D749 TCU – but none of her other cars. No idea why that one sticks in my mind out of all the others 😕
URK729M (diarhoea brown austin maxi)
EKN656K (white Morris 2200)
GYU615N (metallic turd brown Volvo)
forget the B reg cavalier after that and the hillman imp before those.
sadly I had the misfortune that my local primary school was classified as a CofE primary (but now I think it’s just a normal local authority one), but that’s the only prayer I can remember.
Yes to the lords prayer…I can even remember a bit of..we plough the fields and scatter, that’s from primary school harvest festivals, struggle to remember my work rota though!
My head is full of past car registration numbers (mine and my grandparents), mates’ phone numbers (well, their parents, from when I was a kid), ZX Spectrum pokes and various cheat codes, pi to … 11 decimal places at least, all manner of useless details. Some more useful though – I know my NI number, driving licence number, bank account and sort code, PINs for umpteen different cards. Couldn’t tell you what I had for tea last night though.
Lord’s prayer from memory: Our father
Who art in heaven (or is it “which art…”?
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On Earth, as it it in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
For thine is the kingdom
The power and the glory
For ever and ever
Amen.
I think. The amusing thing was, it was clearly so important that we had to say it every single bloody schoolday for years, but not important enough for anyone to ever explain what it meant. We were all just reciting gibberish.
It was the same with the hymns, come to think about it. We had no hymn books even, at infant school at least, so we learned them by listening to the older kids and trying to sing along. Half the time it was nonsense, I sang “oh come little sadolie” for years, wondering what the hell a sadolie was and why you might want one.
Can also recite a lot of the Julia Donaldson kids books and quite a few other song lyrics. I also kick arse at Trivial pursuit, but can’t remember anything important.
Naturally, and pretty much every response in the 1662 Holy Communion Service.
Two versions of the Lord’s Prayer are allowed by the CofE, one with more modern language. My mother was strongly against this as she felt one definitive version was important, but she lost the vote in the Synod.
Plus hymn number 655, in the book of common prayer…And did those feet…
The Book of Common Prayer doesn’t have any hymns; you probably had a combined Prayer Book and Hymnal.
Its an odd thing that stuck in my mind when no one is a class (admittedly only 8/9 years old at the time) could get something correct on paper despite the daily repetition!
You did better than we did as I recall. 😉
aaah, The English Hymnal – there’s a blast from the past
Sitting in the restaurant opposite this place I pointed out the number on the end should be rounded up to 3. No one was remotely impressed/interested 😥
The quadratic formula, US State Capitals, most country capitals (must be getting old – can’t re-memorise the ones I’ve forgotten :/), many poems including:
The Jabberwocky
The Charge of The Light Brigade
Ozymandias
Xanadu
Selections from A Shropshire Lad
Nah, I looked it up somewhere. I can’t remember why now, probably just so I could show off. Or because it irked me that the ‘7’ on a regular calculator was rounded up and really a 6.
Sitting in the restaurant opposite this place I pointed out the number on the end should be rounded up to 3. No one was remotely impressed/interested
Argh. That’s the sort of thing that would make me twitch every time I walked past it.
Heh. I remember being taught complex mnemonics to try and remember that which were harder to remember than the bloody order itself (so in fact, I don’t remember any of them). I memorised it by imagining that Sohcahtoa was the name of some legendary volcano somewhere.
Oh, resistor colour codes, that’s still in here. Black, brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, grey, white. Not all that difficult, most of it is just the light spectrum (memorised courtesy of that famous astronomer, Roy G. Biv).
Heh. I remember being taught complex mnemonics to try and remember that which were harder to remember than the bloody order itself (so in fact, I don’t remember any of them).
Silly Old Harry, Caught A Herring, Trawling Off Afghanistan.