MMm, vicars in theatres eh?

As head chorister, I got to meet our new vicar in an unusal fashion. We were doing a Royal Wedding revue, I was 2nd Can can (OK Gervase, Micca and Morty, get up and stop that snorting) girl. We progressed through the dance, all properly attired and all that, and of course at the end, we did the skirt over the head, arses in the air towards the audience bit. We are all wearing varying degrees of hens bum knickers (ask Morticia) only mine have a pair of big handprints on the back of them....... Vicar got a considerably better view than anyone else, because as guest of honour, he got the front row seat!

[Incidentally, this was the same vicar who threw me out of church for laughing too loudly when there wasn't even a service going on! - we never did get on.....]

Me, wearing a very short tennis skirt (same hens bum knickers) and kissing the other choir member who was playing Prince Charles wasn't high on his list of amusing things to do either!

LTS