At the Autumn Show

Music Critic

I was listening to a CD of Bavarian music the other day. One of the tracks had some men yodeling (you know, "High on the hill stood a lonely goatherd,  Lay-ee-odl-lay-ee-odl-lay-hee-hoo", and all that business).

"Those men sound like they're turning into girls whilst they're singing!" I remarked to Mummy.