Ho minibus.

Hehehehehehehheheheheh.

Too much in this to compliment. Can wait to hear about the next rehearsal and the gig itself.

Still giggling about the "a once in a lifetime illustration of hyper-unity, with mature adults usefully agreeing to sing literally the same thing off the same hymn sheet." bit...

Hello both.

It was a very new world for me. And so a little more than usually fascinating. Nice to know life can still be interesting at my stage of it.

it all sounds rather like a new take on an AA meeting. did you have to stand up and say who you were and that you weren't doing too well on the wagon ?

Why did I think of 'Lucky Jim' when I read this...?

No Zed, not really. No talking from anyone in particular and especially not me. I avoided saying anything after I misunderstood something the piano player said and sang the wrong octave and the fierce lady looked at me.

Search me, JonnyB. Some sort of 50's atmosphere?

Which wrong octave? Barry or Prince?

Heh! It was actually Barry. but next week I might try Prince if it's all going weird on me.

Now you've got me going. I'll be murmuring: "Yeah, she's at home" or "We got it together" in all the piano bits now...

will you start shaking your booty ?

A delightful tale and one with which I have every sympathy having learned the choral trade at public school from classical romans - excelsis pronounced egg-shell-shees - for example. These things can colour an impressionable young lad's mind and spoil him forever for church Latin or, even worse, amateur choral Latin.
By the way, the choir I started with as a bass of fifteen tender summers swore by port (and at the conductor) as a lubricant, a habit that's stuck.

Oooh port. Perhaps I should suggest that for next time. I like port but it gives me headaches the next day unless taken in small spoonfuls.

Egg shell shees. That's hard core stuff.