We did it! We sang our song, in front of the entire Choir, and nobody threw rotten tomatoes at us, or booed us off the (non-existent) stage. In fact, we think we went down pretty well, all things considering, Mr B and
I. People even laughed at the right moments...
It would have been particularly easy to have them laughing at all the wrong moments since Mr B has suddenly developed a quite amazing knack for spoonerisms.
Obviously a spoonerism is supposed to be a deliberate play on words, but there is nothing deliberate about Mr B's verbal tangles. They are all the funnier for it.
My first example comes
in the line of the song which reads: "We really looked like a proper choir..." Mr B's version has us looking like a "chopper prior". I've no idea what a chopper prior is / was / might be but it's given me something to ponder upon. As if I needed anything else
to ponder upon, with Christmas just around the corner.
Similarly there is a verse in the song which begins: "Gathering lilacs with Lilli Marlene..." Oh, no we don't. As far as Mr B is concerned, our
partner in the gathering of the lilacs is not Lilli Marlene but none other than that well-known flower-picker, Milli Larlene.
It is to his enormous credit that he was word perfect for the
actual performance. And, as he says in his own defence (you may just have noticed that Mr B is always extremely stout in his own defence) it was much, much easier for me because I had actually written the words. As we used to say when we were littl'uns, and
someone pointed out the error of our ways - Fair Do's.
As if we hadn't had enough singing for one day, we then had a Carol Service to get to - with only half an hour from the end of our choir session
to the start of the carols at a church seven miles away. This accident of timing meant we were sadly unable to stay behind at choir to bask in any glory which might have come our way as a result of our duet. Probably just as well, as neither of us is very
good at coping with disappointment...
The Carol Service, of course, was one of today's Advent Adventures. Another was the eating of my very first mince pie of the 2012 festive season, thanks to
refreshments provided for all us merry carollers after the service. And thirdly, this evening we have our first Christmas party (of many), courtesy of the Cribbage Group. We have bought sausage rolls and crisps and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (last of the
Big Spenders, that we are) as our contribution to the party feast. Apparently we will not be playing cribbage this evening. Instead we will be enjoying a game which goes by the name of "Sod It". We have never played it before and have no idea how it is played.
What is more, we gather that it has absolutely nothing to do with gardening...
By the way, if you'd like to read the words of "Our Song" you will find them on a new sub-page to the Daily Blog,
entitled, helpfully, "Our Song." Let me know if it makes you laugh. Or cry. And if you can come up with any other spoonerisms, just let me know.
We can't have been that bad, anyway. We have
been asked to give a Repeat Performance at the U3A's Christmas Party next Tuesday afternoon. This is way, way, way more than we bargained for. For one thing, we have been assured, there will be a microphone. I think this was supposed to make us feel
better. To me, it sounds like just one more thing for us to reckon with / argue over / get wrong. I can see each of us, first gently, then rather more determinedly, pushing the other out of the way, the better to have our own voice projected.
But, hey, it's the Price of Fame...