As someone who works in a number of (primarily primary) schools I have a little Christmas tradition. The moment I hear my first rendition of "Little Donkey" is the moment that the festive season is officially declared open. At lunchtime today, whilst raiding a staffroom biscuit barrel, I commented to a colleague that, with less than two weeks to go 'til we break up, that moment still hadn't arrived.
I did NOT expect it to occur (with a couple of minor NSFmyW lyric changes) in the City Screen Basement, during the encore of tonight's jolly splendid PPY-promoted Pictish Trail gig.
I often go to gigs put on by (everyone's favourite promoter) Joe without a clue what I will see, because I am massively culturally ignorant and haven't heard of hardly anyone. In the case of tonight I've seen the Pictish Trail 4 (I think) times before... but still didn't have a clue what I might see
Between carols and the insane
giggle loop that caught him, the other band member (and support act) and the entire audience just before/as they were starting a song about death-n-stuff it was entirely expectedly unexpected.