We aren't religious but we do like Cathedrals. It's the architectural scale. All those curves, arches and columns. So what better way to spend a Tuesday evening than at Worcester Cathedral for one of its carol services.David felt a shiver down his spine as the lone voice of a young chorister began the first lines of Once In Royal David's City. Spine-tingling stuff. It reminded him of when he was a first year pupil at Icknield High School and the ruddy music teacher singled him out, to the amusement of his mates, for that very same duty at the School's Christmas Service. Nerve wracking it was but, to this day, he reckons he got away with it.
Of course, just months later his voice had broken and he was swiftly relegated to the percussion scrapheap to play the triangle or, if he was lucky, the tambourine.
Such is life.
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