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magicaddict...God decided to have a laugh.
There we are - surrounded by a congregation of a thousand, microphones here, there and everywhere, my parents in the audience and broadcasters coming out of the woodwork. I've just finished listening to the first verse solo of Silent Night, sung with turns, cut-falls and a host of other really cool musical devices that I've never been able to learn how to do, and attention turns to me. I start the second verse, reasonably well - not much going wrong, little low but in tune...and then the following happens:
...Heav'nly host sing Alleluia,
awohrist the saviour is born...
Really, really bad time to get hiccups.
I hope that Radio Gloucester can do good things with sound editing, or I might get vilified for heracy or something for failing to pronounce Jesus' surname correctly in church.
The rest of the service went very well: GASP sounded good as a choir, the other choir attending was no better than us, and we got to sing all the Christmas standard carols that gave me a blast from the only bits of my RGS Worcester past that I actually remember fondly - leading the tenor section in the Christmas service at the cathedral. Hopefully Westonbirt will sound a little better tonight, and hopefully the rain will hold off so I can do a little nighttime photography.
And finally...
Consider, if you will, the nightclub in Bath called The Qube. I'm sure that this name was an attempt by someone who thought they knew how to market, to trendify a regular box and turn it into something that students would attend. Do they not realise that in doing so, they created The Kwoob? If you wanted to replace C with a Q, surely call it The Qbe? Or would that come out as The Kew-bee?
I know, call it The Cube - they wouldn't see that one coming.
There we are - surrounded by a congregation of a thousand, microphones here, there and everywhere, my parents in the audience and broadcasters coming out of the woodwork. I've just finished listening to the first verse solo of Silent Night, sung with turns, cut-falls and a host of other really cool musical devices that I've never been able to learn how to do, and attention turns to me. I start the second verse, reasonably well - not much going wrong, little low but in tune...and then the following happens:
...Heav'nly host sing Alleluia,
awohrist the saviour is born...
Really, really bad time to get hiccups.
I hope that Radio Gloucester can do good things with sound editing, or I might get vilified for heracy or something for failing to pronounce Jesus' surname correctly in church.
The rest of the service went very well: GASP sounded good as a choir, the other choir attending was no better than us, and we got to sing all the Christmas standard carols that gave me a blast from the only bits of my RGS Worcester past that I actually remember fondly - leading the tenor section in the Christmas service at the cathedral. Hopefully Westonbirt will sound a little better tonight, and hopefully the rain will hold off so I can do a little nighttime photography.
And finally...
Consider, if you will, the nightclub in Bath called The Qube. I'm sure that this name was an attempt by someone who thought they knew how to market, to trendify a regular box and turn it into something that students would attend. Do they not realise that in doing so, they created The Kwoob? If you wanted to replace C with a Q, surely call it The Qbe? Or would that come out as The Kew-bee?
I know, call it The Cube - they wouldn't see that one coming.
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Date: 2005-12-09 12:45 pm (UTC)That night club is very obviously trying to be 'unique' - I have a matchbox from there, and the matches themselves are black, with white heads...right...
Good luck with the lack of rain tonight -I have to say it doesn't look too hopeful from where I'm sitting...
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Date: 2005-12-09 05:16 pm (UTC)Bring on tonight, where I know about half the audience going by the number of people who've told me they're coming tonight.