A hot date
When I was at university, we had to do junior and senior recitals as part of our music degree. It was both an amazing and nerve-wracking experience, and I’m proud to say that I think mine went over fairly well, except for that bit where I threw up beforehand out of stage-fright! I’ll never forget when some poor sod mis-spelled his poster advertising his recital … he forgot the i. So his Senior Tuba Recital became, well, rather unfortunate. But if I recall correctly, the audience was packed that night! 😉
All this is a humorous way to say that Alex and I have a hot date for an organ recital tonight. There’s not much sexier than an organ recital, especially when it’s in a Ghanaian church. But I suppose that my rectal joke won’t be much appreciated, so perhaps I’ll keep mum on that!
(Reading over this before I post, I realize that I’m starting to sound frightfully British! Yikes!)