Not bad, not bad at all....

Praise is a wonderful thing.

But to be damned with faint praise, if we're lucky, appears to be the norm for the male section of BMT! We do try, honest we do, but it seems that whatever we aim for, the best that we can manage is to get a 'not bad'.

We do try to put a brave face on it, and not to cry into our coffee cups at half time. But just once it would be wonderful to get "That was cracking lads!"

We sit there and listen to the lovely tunes, passion and emotion that floats back to us when the ladies merge together in their wonderful harmony. Pete continues to fill up when the ladies sing songs such as "The King and I" medley and we are sure that people will love their "Wind beneath their wings" arrangement at this year's concert (have you bought your tickets yet?)

For us guys though, we will be hammering out "Mack the Knife", with nothing more than a "Not bad, not bad at all" if we're lucky.

And perhaps that's the problem? An over reliance on hammering out and a good splash of luck?

This week I'll make sure that I look at the music again before next week's rehearsal. That would at least work at reducing the luck element. After that perhaps reminding myself of the difference between pp, p, mp and FF - guess which I enjoy the most!