Interesting that, Eliza. We had exactly the opposite of that in the Volunteer on Thursday evening. The sessions there were a mixture of song and music (and occasional story telling - very occasional, and mostly Ken Langsbury). Mostly English traditional music. A family came in and sat down to listen - on going around the room Roger Grimes enquired if there was anybody there who hadn't sung but wanted to ... and a young lady indicated that she wished to have a go. When she stood up, she announced that we would all know the song ... which turned out to be "I don't know how to love him" from jesus Christ Superstar. She was given a warm round of applause ... and she and the family continued to sit and listen to the rest of us for the remainder of the evening. They went away giving every indication of having enjoyed themselves. Discussing it in the garden the following lunchtime, general opinion was that (a) she had displayed guts in standing up to sing (she was clearly nervous) and (b) the fact that she had clearly no idea of the intended content of the session was neither here nor there. She had sat and enjoyed the evening, and had clearly felt included ... and sharing music and song was what the whole session was about. Sounds a vast way away from the snooty attitude you seem to have encountered in the Bedford, thank goodness.