| Summer Issue | June 2010 |
CHAIRMAN’S CHAT
By the time we break for our summer recess
I will have completed the first three months of my
tenure as Chairman of TBH. It has not been an easy
ride, but then, I never supposed it would be.
There have been some very difficult decisions to make,
and I hope you, the members feel that I have stuck to my
words: ‘Every decision that I make will be based upon
one single criterion – to do what ever I consider is
best for TBH, and TBH alone’.
Recent events have been very difficult for me to deal with, but with the
full support of the other members of the Committee, I
believe the decisions we have made were, and are,
correct. Graham’s decision to resign as Musical
Director was for me a very sad blow because he put in a
tremendous amount of work, and in the comparatively
short time he held the post I believe he taught us more
‘barbershop’ than we had ever learned before.
I believe also that with the appointment of Gail
Grainger as our new MD we will enter a new era in the
history and development of the club, and I can see only
one way for us to go now, and that is up! I wish you
all a very relaxing summer, warm but not too hot, and I
look forward to seeing all my friends in September,
fired up, ready and determined to put TBH back on top
where we belong.
Tony Wagstaff, Chairman,
TBH.
MUSICAL
DIRECTOR’S
DISCOURSE
Gentlemen of the Harmonisers,
Just to say a fond farewell to my friends in TBH, as it
is now time for me to move on. I wish you all good
luck for the future, and hope you continue to enjoy your
singing.
To those who have said to me already that they want to
keep in touch, just send me an email.
Cheers, Graham.
Graham Lewis, MD, The Harmonisers.
And for something
completely different! (Shades of Monty Python)
A labourer on a building site gets called into the
Foremen’s shed.
“You’re fired,” he is told.
The labourer, shocked of course, exclaims “What for?”
“For what you spoke to me about yesterday.”
“But I only asked for some grease for my wheelbarrow!”
“Why did you want it?”
“Because the wheel was going ‘squeak – squeak – squeak!”
“And that’s why I’m firing you,” the Foreman tells him.
“On my jobs the wheelbarrow wheels go ‘squeesqueesqueesquee…!”
And another thing….
Not many people know this, but in just a single lifetime
swallows fly the equivalent of three times the distance
between the Moon and Earth.
How do these researchers know that – or is it just
something else dreamed up by the Ministry of Guesswork?
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