It depresses me how easy some people have it in this game. I sign up every year just to see how close I can get before I am yet again out... No matter what I do, it is unavoidable. Then I come here and read about you all going shopping to THE FREAKING MALL for an entire days shopping and not getting caught once, or worse still - not even a close call!
I would settle 1 year for my Whamming to be a classy, planned, and devious moment. My wife playing the song down the phone to me unannounced. Someone placing it into my Spotify playlist against my knowledge. The old 'burst into the room playing it at full volume from a phone and shouting "KALI MA" as you do it'.
I wouldn't mind the 'Kali Ma' routine at all - if one has to get whammed at least with some dignity in death instead of been taken out swatted with a newspaper - you know, you walk into a crowded pizza store to get a slice and it . . is . . playing.
Everybody is staring at you and you know why.
You've gone pale, your eyes are bulging, swear words gibber from slack, drooling lips . . and it wasn't even a tsunami.
Something playing on that merry and bright cheery little Christmassy music system. Wham. The original.
White Christmas? What?
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Harry sidles into the confessional and kneels down, peeps furtively through the rattan weave at the mysterious figure beyond.
'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.'
'You again? Didn't I see you last week?'
Harry coughs, self-conscious. 'Beengood thisweek, Father, just . . one thing that bothered me.'
Silence from the darkness beyond. Harry kisses his praying hands.
'I think I was whammed,' he whispers finally.
'Wut?' The darkness creaked.
'I'm not sure it was the original,' Harry told the priest.
'You committed original sin? Son, that is nothing to worry about, it isn't forbidden anymore. Now when are you going to marry this girl?'
'It wasn't a girl.' Harry said.
'Oh! I see.'
Harry couldn't see but he could've sworn he saw the darkness beyond squirm.
'You don't understand, Father, it's not about original sin it's about committing a sin without knowing it.'
'Well, son, if you got to know it was a sin later and repented of that iniquity and avoid it you are forgiven. So if this whamming you talk about was imposed on you you can be forgiven. Did someone force you to do something you liked but wasn't supposed to like?'
'Huh?'
'Would you like to tell me everything? Did you have all your clothes on?'
"Father . . ." Harry sighed. This was getting him nowhere.
He tried another tack: 'Father. If I went with a prostitute, but didn't know it, would that be a sin? If she did it to me and I didn't know she was a prostitute?'
'Have you ever been to a prostitute?'
'Who? Me? No! Never! This is why now I'm not sure.'
'Why?'
'Father, I've never been to a prostitute and I don't know what it's like. If I go with a woman who actually is one - would that be my fault? How would I know what a prostitute is if I've not experienced the original thing?'
'Hmmmm . . . ' The lump in the darkness squeaked an squirmed for a long moment.
'Tell you what, son,' said the voice from beyond, 'go back there into the sacristy and ask the sacristian to show you where the prostitute sleeps under the portico, poor thing - go explore her and come back and tell me if that's what you experienced. She needs the money anyway.'
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Can you even imagine this happening if I went Confession?
So if I listen to the original in the OP that would be breaking a fast of three years.
Three years of abstinence! Pure chastity.
As I blurted in consternation the other day, I was listening to the John Tesh radio show on CHFI. I've been playing the radio on and off and listened to cover after cover, avoided the original once because the DJ announced it aforehand, and generally enjoyed some of the covers as well as the rest of the Christmassy music.
Then the other day, just after Tesh said one of those mind-blowing things he says on 'Intelligence for Your Life', and I'm thinking '
wow, what a thought', this music comes on, sounds familiar,
'ah, it's another version of Last Christmas. . . who?'
But the music kept playing without Tesh voicing over and this guy started howling - and I'm thinking 'WTF is that?
Who? Not George? Can't be George. No.' My skin begins to crawl.
Time stand still - I listen to the whole song, and it's not a cover I've ever heard before- I've heard all the others many times over. The song ends. I wait for Tesh to tell me something intelligent - like 'And there you have it, a Christmas Classic Last Christmas by Wham, yamamadingdong etc.'
But he doesn't say anything!
There should be a law about this! Announcers must say what song they played. Or they get the whip or guillotine or some sort of punishment.
He starts talking about how to avoid adding pounds this Christmas.
I could've pounded him.
Strangely, I've never heard that version again.
I stumbled upon this version, though, while hunting through the internet to see if I could find that cover. It is far more the classic version to me than the original.