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OK, I've sung some carols now. IS IT CHRISTMAS YET!?

My recently-rediscovered schoolfriend Kate works for Age UK, and invited me to their carol service at St Pancras Church last night.

As I rode past the church in search of motorcycle parking, a choir on the steps was belting out something festive-sounding and vaguely familiar. On closer, er, whatever the aural equivalent of an inspection is, it proved to be that well-known Christmas classic, Take It To The Limit by the Eagles. I approved.

For some reason I treat singing hymns as very SRS BSNS indeed. I put on my SRS face, enunciate every syllable and breathe from the diaphragm in a manner I wouldn't dream of employing when e.g. singing Bond themes in the shower, and it's embarrassing for me and everyone around me.

We did a nice selection including my all-time favourite, O Little Town of Bethlehem. For part of the service the lights were put out so we could sing by the glow of the candles we'd found in our pews. There was a lovely moment as people spontaneously passed the flame on to their neighbours so we didn't all have to wait for the helpers to come round with a light, and another lovely moment when we all realised we couldn't clap holding a candle, and stamped our feet instead.

Interspersed with the carols were songs from the London Gay Men's Chorus, who had us eating out of their hands with their sparkling performance of I'm A Little Christmas Cracker, and readings from celebrity old people. The only one I could have identified with confidence before yesterday evening was Barbara Windsor, but Christopher Biggins was very good, Lionel Blair very silly, and I was particularly impressed with Roger Royle, who was charmingly rude and funny about all the other guests, then effortlessly switched into a prayer for those who will be lonely at Christmas before going back to funny for the blessing.


by the glow of the candles we'd found in our pews

Phew, lucky someone had left some there, or that bit could have fallen really flat!
We were informed at the start "You'll be told what to do with your candles later". Options pretty limited, there, at least for general audiences...
(oops, that anonymous one was me)

I don't think I have any Christmas music that could be catalogued under 'Choral'. That oughta change.
Christmas editions of Classic FM and BBC Music magazines are generally a good source.
I could've sworn that subject like was "Is It Christmas Yeti?" ...Which would be totally awesome.

The Christmas Yeti! Stomps all over your roof on Christmas Eve to bring you sweaters knitted from yak hair!
Canon Roger Royle (if it was he) much missed on the radio since he retired.
You can hear him on Radio 2 between 3 and 6AM on Christmas Day. Or "cuddle up with Rodge", as the man himself put it.
Sounds like a very nice evening. I don't think I've been to a carol service, as such, since I was at school. I do like singing carols, and do so with considerable gusto (if very little actual musical ability) but I'd rather sing the carols I want to sing! I have been known to join in when the Salvation Army band's playing in Worcester, though.

Also on a Christmassy note: thank you very much for the parcel that arrived today! You are, of course, vastly more efficient than I am, so I expect yours will be there around, ooh Christmas Eve. It will include something I've been promising for months, though!
I have astounded myself with present dispatch efficiency this year! It isn't anything too exciting but I hope you like it.

I try to go to at least one carol service every year, often the children's Christmas Eve crib service in the town where I grew up.
It can be Christmas now that carols have been sung.
That sounds like it was a splendid evening, even if somewhat premature. :-p

On the other hand, you're a heretic: In The Bleak Midwinter is clearly the best carol! The music is by Holst, and everything!

Pointless trivia of the day: I once asked Christopher Biggins to pass the salt.
'best' does not necessarily equal 'favourite'!