...so what I'm going to do is advertise a session to lure all the innocent unsuspecting players of tunes in, but when they get there there will be songs - their fate will be sealed, unable to cope with words and music together, they will collapse writhing on the floor. Reduced to dust, the landlord will sweep them out with the cigarette ash in the morning and the rest of us cackle maniacally and call our singarounds sessions without fear of anyone whingeing any more.