Anyway, I was an ox. Wore my Mum’s brown crushed velvet cardigan and I looked stunning. Remember my Dad giving a pretty scathing review of my performance that made me cry and deeply impacted my self belief but this isn’t the thread for that.
Can’t remember doing a nativity. You may, however, remember me from such roles as Henry VIII, the fairy Godfather (complete with Marlon Brando impression) and “the ankle bone” in our Year Two musical performance of Them Bones.
I’d always question the QI ‘facts’ but this one sounds pretty reasonable on gut instinct.
Middle-class, confident kids attending CofE or Catholic schools who were able to remember or bluff their way through a script are probably more likely to be a high earner later in life.
Depends, quite often Mary and Joseph these days go to kids that can’t read as they are big parts and a chance for those kids to have a big role/make parents proud but they don’t have any lines if theyre acting out as the narrator tells the story
I had to shout “scarves for sale, scarves for sale” when we did a performance of Oliver Twist, which considering I had/ve a short tongue and a speech impediment was a pisstake.
Well this doesn’t say over how long a time period does it!
In the age of the modern nativity where the main character is quite often some punk ass donkey or chicken the role of Mary and Joseph don’t always go to those kids anymore so I’m saying it’s not necessarily true anymore!!