So, let's sum up then:

My primary reason for trudging to my local singaround, on a cold, wet night in January, should be to listen to, and be nice to, 'beginners'(who often never seem to get any better)and the souless, tuneless recitations of lazy gits who can't be bothered to learn the words to their songs ... Oh, I'm sorry, that last bit should have read, "unfortunate people with impaired memories" - silly me!

Now me being a nasty, selfish piece of work, would prefer to be entertained, moved and inspired by my fellow singers - but that's just me! What am I like?! I also confess to an almost irresistible urge to punch the numpties described above, hard, in the face! Sadly, though, the dreary, bureaucratic, 'killjoy' society in which I live has rules (huh!) against that sort of thing (huh!).