Choir

Although I've not sung for many years, except in the shower, I have intended to take it up again for a combination of social and fun reasons. Doing so was one of my NewYear's resolutions in January. Following a conversation between Moonface and an ex-colleague of hers during the Trowbridge weekend, I finally got around to it.

I eventually went to a choir practice. It's a small choir, with only a dozen people attending last night, but usually about double that number. Moonface's & my mate Stuart went along as well - he's been singing for the last four years, both in folk bands and in musicals. I couldn't judge, but he reckons the group last night were quite good, and he'll definitely go again. So will I, as I enjoyed it in spite of my incompetence, and the choristers seemed like a nice bunch of (mainly) middle-aged people.

Oh, yes. And it's a socialist choir, as well. I don't know whether that's a good thing or not; but as it's the first offer of a choir that I've had, it's a really good start. We finished the session with the Internationale which must mean something, and there was a long talk session to start with and in the interval: I suppose that comes with the political territory.

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