Memo to self:
November 18, 2008 by cynthia
When busily keyboarding in a client’s office, wearing the iPhone headset to cut down on cubicle farm distractions, and an infectious Gilbert & Sullivan melody tickles the vocal cords, resist the urge to belt out a few bars.
It’s truly amazing how many odd looks you can garner merely by warbling:
“Go to death, and go to slaughter.
Die, and every Cornish daughter
With her tears your graves will water.
Go ye heroes, go and die!”
Sheesh.
Free drink the next time you’re in glassland to anyone who (1) sings this loudly, in front of me in a very public place, using the correct melody and (2) identifies the character who solos these words.
(OK, Gary, is that tougher?)
No, not really… I shan’t give away the answer, giving the Local Yahoos a chance. Let’s just say my kitty (name is clue!) would sing it. SW England comes in there, too, eh? And for singing it in front of you in public, did you really think I wouldn’t do that?? Harumph!
GcB
I’ve done that, in the middle of a painting retreat (nice and quiet). It was soooo embarassing when I discovered all the other painters laughing out loud and I couldn’t figure out what they were laughing at. Oh well we all have those moments…