Once I was a choirboy - from the age of ten to fourteen. There were practices on a Friday evening, ready for our participation on Sunday - morning and evening services. Our chorister outfits hung on pegs in the vestry at the rear of our village church - Holy Trinity.
The three items required were a cassock, a surplice and a ruff. The cassock was black with sleeves and it hung down to the floor like a ball gown. The surplice was plain white with wide sleeves and hung down to your thighs. The ruff was white and pleated and was buttoned around your neck. It took about three minutes to get these items on.
I enjoyed the singing but not the interminable sermons nor the dull prayers and Bible readings. Almost ten years ago, I blogged about being the soloist at a Christmas service. Go here.
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