Well hot damn on a tram...

Singing in a choir at the Liverpool Phil-( loosely named ) -harmonic Hall next week will be a bit of a trial...

All us shorties get to stand at the front, and I'm next to a belting (what are they called again ? The trilly skinny ones with L'Oreal curls ?...oh yes...Sopranos ) who outnumber us 2:1 .

And I'm in the (what are they called again ? Lesbians ? The ones with moustaches and flat shoes because their feet hurt...who get to do the really difficult dull 'duh duh ' harmonies ? )...Altos.

Big fuck-off stage and when they turn the lights on the audience will have buggered off home...

Need a new black frock...

Er...what's it called again ? ...

Pronto !!!

(I'm getting the hang of the lingo already ).

)-o