Lots to tell, not much time to tell it.

Lots and lots to tell you.

Yes, a lot happenend in the last 2 days, I'm going to just write and publish, no editting.

So,  on Thursday night I got a phone call.
'Would I like to go singing ? tonight?'
Thursday is normally a night in, no drink, no nothing, just a bit of TV.

'Yes' I said without thinking, ............. not that I think to much.

Thursday night is the night that 'The Ukulele'  play. It's a group of mostly women, they play a sing with Uke's. It's a good night. Later some other musicians come in and with the Uke's and asortted left overs they have a nice time.

In this group are the finest voices, the finest female voices for many many miles. You have to hear them to realise I'm right.

So, they finish early, early for me, about 7ish, but then they hang around. A bit of chat, a bit of this and that.

I arrive, most of the are still there. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug. And they come back in.
We start to sing, we're not in a hurry.
'Paul sing a song'
Now, here's a thing. I 'fancy' all of them ................................... yes all ............. and why not?

I start to sing, ................ my best song, ....................... why not? They come in ...................... WOW, the best voices.
3 of the best, clear, pitch perfect, cristal cut glass, harmonic, ............ ...... I'm thinking ............ I'm trying to think of a better way of telling you how good it was.

I have one of those rough, but in a way nice voices.          It's better live, it's better to sit right next door to me, feel the vibrations, smell the bad breath.  But, as with Leonard Cohen, not that I compare myself to Cohen, it's much better with a womans voice taking the edge off.

I was going to tell you much more, and I may do later. But I'm off to bed.

Good night. (un-editted, and un read). Bed time.