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Mike's Meanderings Last summer I was approached by a doctor friend of mine: would I host the village Christmas concert? Experience told me what to expect - worthy do-gooders putting on something amateurish - but I wasn’t thinking straight and so I agreed, something that came back to haunt me this week: the village hall committee were having a planning meeting this Wednesday, my presence was expected. I was introduced as "that Mike Hurley from York Radio" and sat patiently while we ploughed through the treasurer’s report ("we made £223 at the race night") upturned bins, and the absolute necessity of making sure everyone who wanted alcohol at the "over 18s disco" could prove to be so because "you know what the Police can be like". The secretary seemed to have an opinion on everything, none of them funny despite attempting to be so - "he’s been very ill" my doctor friend whispered. There was a constant stream of people leaving the meeting to be replaced by someone apologising for turning up late, and the very person that was needed for a decision had just left. Eventually we got onto the main item on the agenda, the Christmas concert. This was why I was here. "Well", said the Chairwoman looking round those assembled, "what are we going to do?" Suddenly I wished I wasn’t. "I’ve met a piper who says he’ll do something, what with it being St. Andrews Day". This was agreed to be an excellent idea. "Some girl I met at the Catholic Church, can’t remember her name, says she’ll sing something, and she might bring a friend with her". "Are they going to be singing solo or accompanied?", questioned the Chairwoman. "Don’t know, I expect they’ll sort that out". "What about the Price is Right?" queried the Treasurer, building her part. No one there had seen the show so she explained: "well, we get a plastic pot and we put three things in it, and you have to guess their value, and we give everyone a raffle ticket as they enter, so we do a draw on the spot and get someone to shout "Number whatever - Come on down!". Now didn’t seem a good time to tell her I was the voice of the Price is Right. The idea petered out as she didn’t have any prizes. So there then followed ten minutes on how it was vitally important there was an interval between each act, ("we make a profit on alcohol") and whether or not to put out crisps or salted peanuts ("it makes people drink more"). Eventually it was decided against both. Any other business? My only intervention was to point out that I didn’t know the date or the time. November 30th, at 7.30. Fine, sorry to drag you along, it will all become clearer once we get a programme sorted. I left them rehearsing a sketch they’d written for themselves ("we’ll need a name".....). As I walked home I realised that the Carlton Christmas concert, put on one month prior to Christmas, comprised a piper, one, maybe two, girl singer(s) and a sketch. But the Chairwoman's words resounded in my ears: "I’m sure you’ll be a big success". Click Here and Unscramble Mike's Head Recent
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