Well now...

I'm not quite sure how this happened, but it seems I've had an e-mail. From somebody called Kayleigh. I'm not quite confident of what it says, but I would hazard that the young girl wants some singing lessons. 'Hi dude' the missive opens, 'cool blog. I wnt a sngng tchr. Ru cheap cos i cant afford much lol ;-). See ya.' James, the choral-scholar, cracked the code for me after evensong on Sunday. (Sumsion in G, in case you're interested - which I'm sure you're not - followed by the mighty and unnecessary noise that is the anthem, God Omnipotent Reigneth, by Charles Wood. If He really does then I feel sure that he's got better things to do at four o'clock on a sunny Sunday afternoon than listen to that cacophony.) Anyway, back to Kayleigh. I've invited her to my flat for a voice trial and I'll let you know, blog, how it goes. In the meantime I must dash - I've got the deputy head-chorister's cello practice to listen to, if you'll excuse me. Not a Cambridge doctoral supervision I know, but it pays me for a pint or two.