I hope that she was the Mistress of Ceremonies. It would add a note of professionalism to her religious duties.

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Originally posted by Cosmo:
How splendid! Do you still have her phone number/pictures/address (for reference purposes only of course)?

I hope that she was the Mistress of Ceremonies. It would add a note of professionalism to her religious duties.

Cosmo

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Amos - in re your query to my beach attire. A clergyman is never seen bathing for fear that he might be conducting something as vulgar as a 'beach mission'. He sticks, of course, to a bathing machine.

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if you can imagine this combination, certainly livened up the nave.

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Otherwise the high heels (which should be black but can, on occasion, be white)

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I immediately wondered what her beginning date was. No Yankee woman would be caught dead in white shoes before Memorial Day, though a southern female friend tells me that they are suitable anytime after Easter.

Only black high heels may be seen in the sanctuary. Sometimes the priest will even let the servers wear them as well.

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Originally posted by tomb:
I noticed on another thread that Erin got the white-shoe cut-off date (Labor Day) correct.

I immediately wondered what her beginning date was. No Yankee woman would be caught dead in white shoes before Memorial Day, though a southern female friend tells me that they are suitable anytime after Easter.

noi'mnotreallythatintrestedinwomen'sshoestomb

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Originally posted by Astro:
I wonder if the Adamites still have any churches left?

They croped up during the Commonwealth period (post-civil war) and believe that you should worship dressed as Adam and Eve were before the fall. I think that they were supressed after the restoration (or maybe died of cold), however perhaps in some obscure Welsh valley they still meet?

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There is what is supposed to be a true story about the poet Blake and his wife.

Someone went to visit them one day. No one answered the door, but he could hear someone in the back yard, so he went there.

He found Blake and his wife completely nude. Embarrassed, the visitor started to withdraw apologetically. Blake said, "Oh that's all right. There's no one here but Adam and Eve."

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Originally posted by Laura:
Pull yourself together, Septimus. I only wear that outfit for my husband (good man) who deserves all the Laura Ashley his heart desires.

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having taken your sound advice and feeling suitably calmed and relaxed as a result, you have nothing further to fear from my imagination, I assure you madam.

Cosmo at Clacton).

Of course, you could make it sound like quite another thing altogether by calling it

Cosmo does Clacton.

HT

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Originally posted by Hooker's Trick:
Now where the hell did that modest Christian girl get to?

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Quite frankly, she never existed!

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Originally posted by Hooker's Trick:
I believe Ronnie Knox used to bathe regularly in the private swimming pools of his titled patrons, so perhaps all is not lost for Fr Cosmo (tho the thought of Cosmo at Clacton is very intruiging. It sounds like a musical comedy of a certain vintage, does it not:

Cosmo at Clacton).

Of course, you could make it sound like quite another thing altogether by calling it

Cosmo does Clacton.

HT

Now where the hell did that modest Christian girl get to?

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"Cosmo does clacton" caused uproar when it first appeared on a mutoscope at Clacton pier... the Times of the day desrcibed it as "a particularly vile and degfrading penny-in-a-slot whose removal could only serve the public good"

I hope that Septimus has recovered slightly from his relapse. I suggest he puts his attention towards recalling those happy but seemingly so far-off university days where 'Annie Hall' dressalikes were the stuff of legend let alone the Laura Ashley clad nymphette. They all seem to be in black nowadays anyway. Perhaps they just want to be in control.

Cosmo is drinking: Tropicana orange juice mixed with Jacobs Creek Sparkling Chardonnay with a dollop of Cointreau in it. A good bracer to start the day.

However, as nobody has invited me to formal dinners for some years, I have not had a chance to wear this for a while.

That being said the 'Billericay Brunette' may, in order to show the 'Harlow Harlot' who has the most cash and thus classiness, may eschew the white stiletto for the black. This would be worn with, mirabile dictu, black tights (tho' usually stockings), a skirt just above the knees and a Krystal Carrington-style jacket with shoulder pads jutting out some six inches. Hair, of course, is big. This is the usual outfit of the 'Billericay Brunette' as she ventures out of a Friday Evening to the 'Rumours Niteclub and Entertainment Center' in Epping.

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BeckyT come back! Tell us what you're wearing today!

[Similar to yours, Charlotte? Fixed typo]

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Did anyone ever really see anything in shiny black patten leather shoes or was that just wishful thinking?

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do any of 'em wear suits and ties to church any more? nicely fitted to a nicely shapped body?

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Originally posted by tomb:
Something tells me this thread is going to grow to rival "Gin" someday.

BeckyT come back! Tell us what you're wearing today!

tomb

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The scene: a long sloping beach; in the foreground a group of christian girls crouch solefully (but modestly), a mixture of ra-ra skirts and laura ashley dresses with a smattering of ill-advised swimsuit/high heel combos.. over the nearest dune shambles a perkily striped bathing machine, from within comes the voice of a man confident in his finery.

Cosmo (for it is he): Who is Becky T?

A girl stands up (wearing a ra-ra and one too many petticoats): I'm Becky T!!

There is a pause. Cosmo looks momemtarily elated. Then. Further along the group another girl stands (wearing a slightly longer ra-ra): I'm Becky T!!

etc etc etc

Cosmo -- I am growing suspicious at the conversational familiarity you seem to possess with Essex after dark. Perhaps it was missionary activity. I will not speculate as to what sort of missionary activities Fr Cosmo participated in in Essex.

Oh, and you should never drink sparkling Chardonnay -- even with orange juice in it.

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I can't figure out how to create a link, but try this for some instructional examples: Frahm Art

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Originally posted by The Coot, Sacred and Profane:
Is it too much to ask for some girlies snappily dressed in a suit or 2, boots or even a bit of denim?

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Originally posted by The Coot, Sacred and Profane:
Septimus, my dear. Your fantasies are far to femmy for my liking. Can't you just, you know, squeeze in a wee bit of butch? I'll take teenage chinese boys dressed in leather if I have to. Is it too much to ask for some girlies snappily dressed in a suit or 2, boots or even a bit of denim? Oh my. Must fly. Off to be a fawning puppy over lunch with such a one dressed in a clerical shirt and collar.

Cosmo the Rootmaster is it?

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My dear old bird... femme is the new butch, didn't you know? more to the point, since when have be-leathered chinese teens been butch?

As far as my fantasies go, I am sorry to admit that they are tiresomely traditional, rarely deserving the phreudian prefix... the thing is when one has led such a debauched and fulfilled youth as as I have, ones fantasies become a place of restful ease rather than rabelasian excitement...

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... the thing is when one has led such a debauched and fulfilled youth as as I have, ones fantasies become a place of restful ease rather than rabelasian excitement...

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Originally posted by Angel of the North:
OK. What about men who wear excessively tight trousers, especially with their belly hanging over the waistband, and hair sprouting out of their navel for the world to see.

Can we do anything about these? If man is made made in God's image, then I'm seriously worried.

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I know I'm a bit late responding to this, but I can't believe no one mentioned that classic "low-slung blue-jeans falling off the fat behind of a guy bending over and displaying a large measure of butt-crack". Perhaps this is only an American male trait?
One sees it everywhere, construction workers, guys working on cars in driveways, guys doing yardwork, sometimes even on guys just walking around.
And I never realized it before, but never in my life have I seen this happen on a guy with a NICE ass!

Resplendent in bringht red courdroy from Gieves, these perfectly scuplted (chins aside) specimins of christian manhood are easily identified by their booming (some would say barking) calls to each other outside the church and their quite stunningly prayerful silence once within.

They can also be asily discerned, if unattached (a rare state of affairs), by a small group of slyly circling Chatterers who, able to detect one part Aston Martin in 4 million parts air, are constantly vigilant for a suitable investor.... ahem....partner.

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