Thread: I thought it was the Buddhists...

I had this mental picture of a sandal-wearing priest walking around swinging an incense burner on a rope, to ward off evil stuff.

‘Er indoors tells me it’s the Catholics.

Just as a side issue, unrelated to my story:

“A ritual for which Santiago cathedral in Chile is especially famous, is the swinging of a massive incense burner down the central aisle of the cathedral during Mass. This incense burner is called a "botafumeiro" and it takes the muscles of several individuals pulling on a single rope to hoist and swing the botafumeiro along its path. Incense has long been a part of religious services of many denominations, but it is thought that the reason for this exaggerated method of spreading the incense may have something to do with masking the smell that must have filled the cathedral when it was full of pilgrims, many of whom would not have washed for several days. “

Whoever, I need a personal swinger with an incense burner.

After the major surgery I’ve been through recently, I thought it was all behind me.

Today I received a letter from the Cancer Care Services division at our largest hospital, asking me to present myself on 14th March for an initial appointment.

The good news is that the small lump in one of my lungs, that came to their attention as a result of a scan of my now-removed thyroid gland, may respond to managed treatment in the form of a single dose of radio-active iodine, thus avoiding chemo or further surgery.

The bad news...that’s why I need someone burning some incense for me.

It’s no wonder my enthusiasm for writing is at a low ebb…

Let me see if I have this right....you're looking for a personal swinger?

You're not just a pretty face, Terri.

You've got me laughing again, Michael....

And it swings both ways...right?

An' 'e caught it on his tonsils
As 'e swings it left and right
Something, something, something,
On the bedpost overnight.

Originally Posted by The Backward OX

An' 'e caught it on his tonsils
As 'e swings it left and right
Something, something, something,
On the bedpost overnight.

The only lyric I can think of for this is 'does your chewing gum lose its flavor' but somehow that just doesn't fit with the discussion.