The Concert

Heulwen and Hattie in the front row 

I'm hidden away back left 

We sang 11 songs to a packed pub and novices Heulwen, Hattie and I could have given at least four more encores as fame went to our heads somewhat.
Singing for an audience has a charm all of its own and even if we slightly bollocked up the Maori hymn Jamie our choirmaster ( now sporting a new 1940's RAF moustache ) looked suitably proud of us as we finished with a rousing multi layered version of Auld Lang Syne
I was stood next to one of the Altos ( a chic looking tall lesbian who had indulged in too many gin and tonics during the meal) and she kept trying to grab my hand and sway with me to the African songs which I found a little disconcerting but I had drunk three pints of beer and one gin and tonic by that stage so swayed like a schoolgirl in a Take That concert with the best of them.
Halfway through the concert a concerned Soprano tiptoed into the bass section to see if our. 92 year old Albert needed a chair and was shooed off by the men who informed her that Albert was doing very well thank you.....the old guy buoyed up with masculine good nature and bright humour lasted the course with only a minor sweat on

I'll post some videos of the concert tomorrow when I get them.
It's been a genuinely sweet .......sweet night.