I was a ‘token’ Englishman in that choir in the ‘80s (and I had to audition). They were a great bunch of lads, kept in line by a female Choirmistress and pianist. The Choirmistress would regularly complain that they could never get certain pieces right (no matter how hard she pushed them) until they had sunk a couple of pints in the bar upstairs when practice had finished. My Welsh pronunciation improved immeasurably whilst I was there, but I had to leave when they started performing without the sheet music.
I was a ‘token’ Englishman in that choir in the ‘80s (and I had to audition). They were a great bunch of lads, kept in line by a female Choirmistress and pianist. The Choirmistress would regularly complain that they could never get certain pieces right (no matter how hard she pushed them) until they had sunk a couple of pints in the bar upstairs when practice had finished. My Welsh pronunciation improved immeasurably whilst I was there, but I had to leave when they started performing without the sheet music.
Miss those days.