One of my workmates during my exile in Cornwall was a strange chap.  Well...  even more strange than NFC, (Normal for Cornwall.)

    When his parents were out he would tune the telly to 'Songs of Praise', but with the sound turned right down, and then play his record collection of Ozzie Osbourne and Black Sabbath at full volume.

    QUOTE:  "I tell you, Man  Once you've seen Thora Hird, or some angelic little choir kids  in their chorister's robes lip-synching to Bark At The Moon  you'll never forget it."

    Gyppo

    If you don't know the song, here it is...

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6eC7fr0QgU