Last night I received an email from Luxembourg. I had to look up on Google Maps to remind me where Luxembourg is. It’s in Europe (I knew that), near France (I knew that too), and next to Belgium and Germany (that’s the bit that I’d forgotten).
The email was inviting me to the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg in April to a dual celebration: the baptism/christening of Georgina and the 40th birthday of her father, my dear (and sensible) friend Jonny Grocock.
I first met Jonny in December 1988 at St Elphin’s School, Darley Dale on my first National Youth Choir of Great Britain (NYC) course. That was the night the water pipes broke and we were all evacuated to the library at around 3:00 am.
The burst pipes had nothing to do with NYC.
Nope. Nothing. Nothing at all. Well…maybe just a little bit.
But not me: I was asleep. Being sensible.
That’s what I was like in those days. It was my first NYC course and I woke around 2:30 am to the sound of running water. I just assumed that this was an NYC tradition: showers in the middle of the night of the first night of a course.
It could happen!
Jonny, Danny Curtis and me all became Social Secretaries in NYC in 1993, after the first World Tour. They are two of my best friends in all the world. And perhaps even further afield.
I’m going to do my very best to get to Luxembourg to see him. You just watch me!