AGM night

Well, you may be bored silly of the political in and outs of our fine representatives at Holyrood, but last night Chez Wexler played host to the political (I use that term in the very broadest sense) night of the year: the Rudsambee AGM.

So, where to start? As per usual we began the evening with a tipple and a nibble. The host (referred to during the night as ‘music monitor’ which is like a school milk monitor except without the milk) provided red grape juice so I felt very grown up. We began with issues arising from last year’s minutes, which I hasten to add were passed without incident. We then went on to the accounts. Muchos thanks to Dick and Gordon who do a valiant job with our piggy bank. I must admit this was the moment I nearly dropped off – I trust our accountants completely you see and am quite willing to defer all monetary issues to them - I can barely count to ten.

Extra, extra read all about it! Subscriptions have been held in these credit crunch times! This was quite a big deal but we got through it in only five minutes or so, for which our Chair (in the person sense not in the wooden-furniture-round-a-kitchen-table sense) Alison deserves all the credit. Hoorah I say! I will spend that extra two pounds very wisely and look forward to next year when (in the best tradition of taxmen and utility providers the world over) there will be an above inflation rise to make up for it. I joke. Another seriously exciting development is that the lady of the house (not just music monitor but also sorts out our uniform) has bought some shirts for the gentlemen. A great day folks! The boys have been wearing varying shades of pink for some time now and we are all relieved that they will from this day forth be in a more manly red. As an aside, at least half an hour of the AGM is generally spent discussing concert outfits. This year? Not a word. Huzzah!

We then appointed office bearers and trustees and stuff, which I won’t bore you with. Suffice to say Maestro Boy continues in his role as Musical Director. He gave an inspired speech in which he told us we were all, and I quote, “very clever” and Helen took the role of Aaron to his Moses (goodness, a Biblical reference for you there chaps) and went through the things Maestro Boy generally moans about post-rehearsal – the usual stuff, not practicing at home and non-attendance without telling him. All vowed to buck up our ideas. Maestro Boy suggested Helen take over as musical director but as she is going to be borrowing some super-duper recording equipment for us to try out, I think she probably has enough on her plate. Speaking of recording equipment, the suggestion was voiced that while we were there we should try and get a smoke machine, some lights or even a laser rig a la Pink Floyd. What larks!

We realised that we may well be having to look for a couple of new members over the next year - especially men! - and Maestro Boy suggested a new Grooming Subcommittee, led by Chris, which of course conjures some delightful images. Combs at the ready…

The final question is one I will leave you with: is Pittenweem highbrow? It is a good question and one that currently I do not have an answer for. We concluded our meeting earlier than usual thanks to Alison’s chairing, Rachel’s minuting and Monsieur Wexler deciding that the rest of his list could be left to another day.

Back to singing next week. The ‘Cloudburst’ concert is approaching rapidly (too rapidly methinks) and we need to do some practice. Come along and watch it, bring your friends and give lots of money to charity – that, Rudsambee-lets, is my attempt at a hard sell. Hee hee!

CSW