Hmmm. That's me on the rail down the front, sweaty, happy and bruised. Of all the gigs I've ever been to, this is the one that prickles my neck at the memory. Choirs aren't, on the whole, my thing. The more people singing in unison, the less I'm likely to want to be in the same building. Abby's participation in Young Voices at the O2 tonight wasn't particularly on my list of 'things I've been counting down the number of sleeps for several months' over. So, shame on me really. Because the mass exuberance, enthusiasm and unbounded joy of 7,500 sub 11 year-olds, belting out any number of singalongapopclassics whilst dancing their sandals off was a thing to behold. Like being at Twickenham for England-Wales, with the testosterone removed. Mind you, before they started singing they just did screaming. This is a lot of screaming:
All this wireless crap is getting a bit tedious and it's not everyone's cup of tea. So here's an entirely gratuitous video of Hatty, aged 11 months, back in 2007.
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