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October 11th, 2002. K10 Gisborne Court, Peterhouse College, Cambridge. CT, AR, GB, DH, JB and Sigismund are present; HM, CR and LF are absent.
CT opens proceedings by gently tickling his Madeira cake. This renders it helpless and he is able to inexpertly cut it into slices and hand it round. Pours drinks. There is some trifling chatter about Sigismund, which He does not deign to reply. They switch to speculating where LF might be.
CR appears at 16:14 GMT; CT phones LF while CR downs a pint of water. LF appears shortly after, sounding husky. (There is no causal relationship between the downing, appearance, or huskiness. Sadly). CR dissolves and is placed in a Tupperware container for safekeeping. There is discussion about the venue for the first RevTM of term, interrupted by inane banter of hoodies. Sigismund yawns; such talk is not becoming for a 253cm long green snake. Regards the meeting with unblinking eye. It is becoming clear that not all will leave this room alive. JB has forgotten the accounts, and a quick glance at her Rolex confirms there's not really time to go and get them. Claims CamRev has made "quite a bit" over the last year, especially due to LF's sandwichmaking skills employed at the Garden Party. We are something like £170 in credit, although we have only her word for this. There is some talk of Jesus College Gospel Choir. A PR nightmare is averted by a selfless act of censorship; CR will forever be in my debt. You know what I mean, Chris.
Review of last year. CR asserts that the last year was "wicked". There is general agreement that the Garden Party was good, but no one can remember much of the rest of the year; AR makes a mental note not to put Mescalin in the juice this year, which he promptly forgets. A curry trip is proposed for CR to arrange. It is also mentioned that the Harlem Gospel choir will be singing at the Corn Exchange soon, and that we should go. Somewhere for our first rehearsal is needed. Selwyn Chapel, HT and Peterhouse theatre are suggested; Selwyn Chapel is decided as its furthest away and less people will come. Last year's first rehearsal was very full, and we have 155 new emails this year. An impressively complicated sign-up regime has been established by CT to reduce this to a manageable number.
Thoughts turn to the format of the first rehearsal. There is a problem with our song repertoire. CT admits that he is very limited. "My God is Able" is always a winner, and Jens has an "easy" song (general laughter), which has the word "joy" in it. "Jordan", "Freedom", "Donald where's your Troosers" and "Marching in the Light of God" are possibilities, as is "Wimbawey", which Lu never, ever wants to sing again. CT warns that we don't want a choir full of Jens', which is fair enough but no one knows why he mentioned it. The point is not pressed. AR is to organise name stickers so everyone can get to know each other quickly. CT is now getting quite slow and not making a lot of sense. Sigismund slinks over and begins to swallow him whole, starting at the feet. There is the shocking announcement that the President has been embezzling juice in his room, so he deserves it. In the wake of this scandal the forgotten finances are remembered. AR owes CamRev money, and DH's trip to Warrington will be footed by Rev. We will wait 'til half way through term to decide whether to give any money to Rev National. The sordid fiscalities of choir spark a conversation about the Proctor, who was touring the stands at the Fresher's Fair in an entirely gratuitous hat.
LF asks for a change in job description. She originally wanted to be "events co-ordinator", with not much to do with music, but Manda had other ideas. CT is now extremely confused, and agrees to do the music. CR reminds us that we should be spotting talent in the choir, later qualifying this with "musical talent". He fools no one, but the point is well made. CT is arranging Stand By Me, which is mildly ironic as Sigismund is well past his knees. Still waiting for the WiM 2001 pack; lots of WiM songs will be on the agenda this term. Yay.
Possible events this term include singing at the ADC, 7th week, Weds + Thurs, 11pm. CT disallows it on the grounds that it's going to be long past his bedtime and he bets the ADC bar won't sell Horlicks either. General protestation and promises to tuck him in and read him bedtime stories afterwards, so he relents and gets AR to send them a Cabaret CD. Selfridges also want us to sing outside their store in London, because we're so great. AR is commanded to send them a cabaret CD too. We rule. The people from the BBC who want to come and film Christmas day in our homes are brought up. When people have finished shuddering, we move on and agree never to discuss them again. We may sing in some big a capella concert with CUACS in March, but that's a long way in the future. In fact, we may be able to forget about it and let next year's committee take the blame for being so disorganised. LF makes a comment about never being able to say "no". It would be nice to do some busking, but it's a bit cold.
Southern Training weekend is going to be 15-17th Nov. Suggested that CT should go, as he needs to learn to be more southern; he is unimpressed and throws his favourite flat cap at his whippet. WiM 2003 is in Edinburgh, 12-19th April, when Lu is in Italy. Apparently it still needs a co-ordinator, which CT agrees to do. His delusions of grandeur are growing daily; Prime Minister Berlusconi may not be the right man for the job, but not entirely sure how we're going to convince him to step down.
It is Rev's 10th birthday this year, to be celebrated by a "humongous ball" on 5th July. CR receives a phone call from his mum, which he answers outside; he is so unprofessional. The Senior Treasurer needs someone from Rev for his committee; LF agrees, being unable to say "no", getting the rest of us off the hook. Meeting finishes. The three of us and Sigismund, who seems quite sleepy now, leave.
"Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity." Colossians 3:12–14