I went to a music venue one spring , and was apalled to find the majority of them reading from bits of paper, only one guy seemed to really know his stuff when it became his 'turn'. I didn't go back till summer... thought I'd give some of the people a chance to learn it ... but to no avail. I decided not to go back till it was autumn., and blow me , it was still exactly the same,.. only one guy knew his stuff . I decided to give them one more chance,.. I'd come back in the winter and if they hadn't sorted themselves out ... well.. they would have to be told to forget those bits of paper or they would never improve.
I waited for winter, and still the blasted papers where everywhere, all over the place... I decided to stand up and tell them what I thought of it all , ... and for my pains, I was thrown out, me! thrown out!... why don't they throw that other guy out who always stands up right at the front waving a stick about his head?.. Another thing puzzled me, none of them knew the words , or even sang them, despite them being written in the programme...

Viv Aldi