These are strange times indeed, Mercury retrograde, Peter says. I witnessed
the impossible yesterday: the words 'Grimsby' and 'Orpheus' in conjunction,
side by side in the same sentence, the same title. The Universe should have
ended instantly, or at the least the British Isles should have been
vaporised.
The unlikeliness factor was greater than the bare statement of occurence: I
was in Southwell MInster, that great building which rises above Midlands
mediocrity and which moved Pevsner to book-length hope in the ashes and
aftermath of World War Two, and there, presenting a recital, about which I
will be silent, and including a slightly 'broad' (for the setting) humourist
as an interval reader, a humourist from Hull to boot, was the undreamably
named Grimsby Orpheus Male Voice Choir.
Anyone with the least familiarity with the UK should the awesome portent of
incongruity of that title. So, my conclusion is, anything can happen so
maybe all stop this squabbling could stop?
--
(David) "Dave no more" Joseph Bircumshaw
"Every old house was scaffolding once/And workmen whistling"
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