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 ).
