Singin' for royalty.
We in the National Barbershop Youth Chorus were comissioned to sing in a major charity concert at the Natural History Museum in London. It was a good laugh with all costs paid-for by the charity.
I travelled down by train with a mate of mine (another member) and it was a disaster, mostly due to his lack of organisation. We arranged to meet at Luton Station at 12.30 to get the 12.40 Midland Mainline. 12.30 came and went. I was getting worried at this point about navigating the city alone. a few calls later, I jump on a train and get off at Kings Cross when who should appear from the carriage behind me? Mr Disorganisation, shortly followed by his catchphrase "shit, where's my ticket???" We proceed to the rendez vous point and the immortal phrase was repeated at each and every station.
We arrive, warm-up and generally get ready. The time has come.
The guest list is excellent, including the likes of HM Queen Sylvia of Sweden, Crown Prince Abdullah Al Saud, Grand Duke and Duchess of Luxembourg etc etc. Shame the entire audience was crap and unresponsive.
Still, we got lashed afterwards and it was generally a good laugh.
(moffatt, Fri 4 Aug 2006, 21:00, Reply)