mercoledì 25 aprile 2018

A post about The Last Post.

It was cold out there this morning. Misty and cold.
You can't have a practice run at 5.30am - the neighbours don't seem to go for that.
Instead I sang through The Last Post and The Rouse in my head.
We (Shelley came too) had to take Shelley's car because it was the last in the drive. It has a bit of a window misting problem, so it was a bit of a tense drive.

Actually not this bad.
I met up with Bart (the head of the Nuova Lazio RSA) and a few other old boys who were dressed as soldiers.
I blew air through my trumpet. This was down at the main memorial.
I played pretty well, no obvious cracked notes, but Bart said we should stretch it out a bit more next time. I came in with The Rouse too early after his little recitation that finished with, "We will remember them."
Then everyone hopped in their cars and most people headed up to the Garden of Rememberance for round 2.
This is about the only time you see a traffic jam in Nuova Lazio.
It was very cold at the garden. Very cold.
I wasn't happy with my playing, but that's life.
It's nice to be home having some hot food and coffee.

Round 3 takes place at 11am. This is the big one with semi-important people in attendance.
Funnily enough round 4, in the afternoon, probably has the biggest crowd. It takes place on a rugby field before a premier division rugby match between Nuova Lazio and someone else.

Then I'm done for about six months before the next last post is required.
The trumpet goes away.

Thanks green and black trumpet,
you'll be nice and warm now.

10 commenti:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

That's great.
We don't have a Dawn parade up here so I'm going to the 2 pm service at the club.
I wish you were playing at that.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

It's a long way to come.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Yes but you're a proud owner of a credit card now.
You could fly to Whangarei and then hire a helicopter to fly you out to Whangarei Heads.

Robert ha detto...

In the back ground men hum in unison and then sing
It's a long way to Whangarei,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Cloudy Bay,
To the sweetest wine I know!
Goodbye, Wainuiomata,
Farewell to the Strand!
It's a long long way to Whangarei,
But my heart's right here.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Thank you Robert.

We'll let you know.

- The WW1 song preservation society.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Well it could have been worse.

It could have been one of his own poems.

- The McGonnagal appreciation society.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Hey you guys, chill out.
At least he wasn't banging on about an albatross and a crossbow.

- The we hate Coleridge society.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Wake up you idiots.
There's nothing wrong with albatrosses.
I'm sure you'd rather hear about us than that holy seagull he refers to on a too regular basis.

- The advancement of albatrosses society.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

Like Batman Robert has returned. See our LINKS service.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Yeah, well we'll see (a punctuation pitfall avoided there).
We can't put a new one on probation but maybe we can treat him as an intern or something. Anyway. let's see what happens as the Trumpman says.