Uninspired

What does it say about a person when they sang, as part of a choir, in a charity fundraising event the previous evening, performing such classical hits as Taverner’s The Lamb and Handel’s Zadok The Priest to an audience who had paid up to £65 for their tickets, and, between their own performances, listened to readings by the actors Edward Fox and Dame Diana Rigg and a short speech by the Lord Mayor of London, and heard other pieces played by an incredible 18-year-old harmonica player and a fantastic brass quintet – and yet they find themselves unable to think of a single interesting thing to say about the entire event?

I think it might say that the person is over-stimulated in the rest of her life and thus has impossibly high standards. I would refute this conclusion however, as I know the real truth about this person’s daytime existence and I can assure you that she is not over-stimulated.

Perhaps there’s just nothing funny to write about choir concerts. But that’s not true either because once this person was performing in a concert and during a particularly moving moment, a large and enthusiastic Springer Spaniel ran full pelt into the glass doors at the far end of the church behind the audience. That was definitely funny.

Perhaps there’s just nothing funny or interesting to write about this choir concert. That must be it.