There's a lightly amusing film called 'Wedding Crashers', in which two young men take advantage of the 'bride or groom?' question to sneak into weddings and have a good time.
We had something similar last night. We were mid-Mustang Sally, when this fellow stumbled into Shed 3b, shouted "hello everybody!", plonked a couple of armfulls of beer bottles down on the table, opened a couple, and settled down in 'Wakeman Corner' - next to the huge banks of organs. Well, we smiled politely back, and kept playing, all assuming that he was someone else's mate. Anyway, a couple of bottles later, and he was joining in with harmonies, and then grabbing the mic and taking the lead in 'Don't look back in anger' and 'I will survive'. "I'm not gay" he insisted after excelling at the latter. And then he was gone.
Of course, this is nonsense. I knew who exactly he was; the man who has provisionally booked us for his 50th in a few weeks, and wanted to see what we were like. The rest is true, though.
Another damned good rehearsal. There's nothing like having the dates of the 'No Passport Required' Tour pinned up in direct line of sight to raise the intensity levels a bit.
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