Telephone call from P.P. at 12.20 one Saturday back last August.
"Hello there Gwyn. Are you on your way here?â€
"On my way? No. Why?"
"You're playing at the wedding."
"Wedding? Oh, right. What time's that then?"
"In ten minutes time" replied the P.P.. "Where are you?"
- - - reader to imagine an anguish-sodden stunned silence - - -
"I'm 20 miles away trying on a pair of trousers in a shop fitting room.â€
In 26 years of RC organ-bashing this was my worst nightmare.
As it happened the P.P. put on a C.D. of the bridal march and quickly juggled the order of service around. I drove as quickly as the road-works laden speed-limited excuse for a carriage-way would permit. The P.P. extending his homily to make up for my 30 minute lateness.
Phew!
Wedding terror.
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Thing is, Gwyn, had you been told about it before and forgotten - or had PP forgotten to tell you? (I know where my money would be!)
I was on my way to play for a funeral last year at an Anglican church where I (used to!!!) deputise. I had been told it was at 2.30, and even had a letter of confirmation from the undertakersand I was aiming to be there at 2.00. At 1.59 my mobile rang and I pulled over (naturally..!) Undertaker's office: "Err, (won't say his name!) did tell you it's now starting at 2.oo didn't he....? He hadn't! I arrived at church to find coffin on bearers' shoulders and family lined up glaring at me, then had to walk through a packed church to the organ, accompanied by whispers of "The organist's late!! No one quite believed my version of the story and I've never been asked back there!
I was on my way to play for a funeral last year at an Anglican church where I (used to!!!) deputise. I had been told it was at 2.30, and even had a letter of confirmation from the undertakersand I was aiming to be there at 2.00. At 1.59 my mobile rang and I pulled over (naturally..!) Undertaker's office: "Err, (won't say his name!) did tell you it's now starting at 2.oo didn't he....? He hadn't! I arrived at church to find coffin on bearers' shoulders and family lined up glaring at me, then had to walk through a packed church to the organ, accompanied by whispers of "The organist's late!! No one quite believed my version of the story and I've never been asked back there!
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Re: Wedding terror.
Gwyn wrote:"I'm 20 miles away ........ 30 minute lateness
Even allowing for the hyperbolic nature of that statement, 20 miles in 30 minutes is very naughty in a built-up area - this was before the advent of the speed camera?
Re: Wedding terror.
presbyter wrote:... this was before the advent of the speed camera?
A tenuous link, but appreciated.
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