More Foldback, Vicar?

More Foldback, Vicar?

Is there anything worse than being woken up in the middle of a lovely dream by the phone, especially on a Sunday ... the Sabbath ... the day of rest (and I need some rest after a week of donkeys, fireworks, graffiti, tattoos and pilgrimages)?

I've got a 1930's telephone with a very distinctive 'ring'. I ignored it the first time and the second time. But when it rang for a third time ...

It was the local vicar. He was desperate. His AV team had let him down and would I be able to help out at the Family Service? I know how a sound desk works and he assured me that the 'Easy Worship' software was a breeze. He did sound desperate and he's a nice fella (apart from being a Spurs fan). So, why not?

Anyway, everything seemed to go well in the Service ...

... except for the music group singing the hymns in the wrong order ...

... and then singing different versions of the hymns from the congregation.

It reminded me of that Morecambe & Wise sketch ...

Andre Previn: You're playing all the wrong notes.
Eric Morecambe: I am playing the right notes but not necessarily in the right order!

Sketch

I won't mention the bass player (who thought that he was Steve Harris from Iron Maiden!)