Having been violently plunged into the depths of a severe depression over the past 48 hours, partly hormone induced yet mainly due to the maladjustment to the sudden lack of company (this will be updated on recent activity in due course, je te promis) I have just experienced the most fantastic recovery slash am still nursing my aching sides from laughing so hard.
Essentially, Wednesday, as you may or may not know, is choir night. Tonight, the rehearsal was for que les femmes i.e. it was laayydies night as we needed to rehearse sections that the gents, obviously, had in the proverbial sac. So, this evening, it was just enthusiastic-yet-slightly-inept choirmaster Bernard and the girls, with a cumulative female age of about 5 million.
Although there was no need to impress, as most members had been in the Ensemble Vocale de Sarlat for at least 12 years, Bernard seemed to be slightly flustered this evening. So much so, that he managed to accidently press the ‘demo’ button on his casio keyboard, thus interrupting our angelic rendition of ‘Te Deum’ with a manic four-beat ‘electronica’ set. As if this wasn’t funny enough, he just had no idea how to turn it off and was prodding manically at the machine, changing the sound track to samba, rock ‘n’ roll, bossa nova, metal... whilst asking ‘Il est ou le ‘stop’?’ with about as much expertise as a Neanderthal with an ipad.
This was genuinely one of THE funniest moments ever experienced, although I’m not sure everyone found it as gold as I did. And, to provide a diamante cherry placed neatly on the top, he did it again. About 3 minutes later.
Seriously. So funny.
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