Recently I was singing "Grey Funnel Line". At the end of it, someone made a joke about the line 'like a floating spar on the open sea', conjuring up the image of a bath spa bobbing about.

Last night I was singing it to a different group of people, and when I got to that line, that unfortunate image popped unbidden into my mind's eye. No doubt they must have wondered why I started to giggle in the middle of this serious song. Fortunately I managed to recover fairly quickly.

On another occasion, my singing partner at the time and I were singing "Past Caring", a poem by Henry Lawson set to music, the lyrics of which can only be described as 'wrist slashing'. We were singing it to a group of folks outdoors at a BBQ sitting around a fire. One of these folks is known to doze off, and just as we got to a really crucial part of the song, she tipped over and slid gracefully to the ground, which caused her husband, who is also known for dropping off, to wake up slightly and start to tip over too. As we watched this happening, seemingly in slow motion, right in front of our noses, we couldn't help cracking up laughing. Well, you had to be there! Sandra in Sydney knows!

Jenny