My voice therapy sessions with Christella Antoni have now come to an end, at least on a one-to-one basis - I'm still going to attend group sessions now and then. It's a way of measuring oneself against other 'trained' voices - apart from being an excuse to come up to London for the day!
But I haven't finished with Christella. It's not very well known, but she has a talent for singing and we have agreed that in January I will come up to see her and we will explore my potential for singing on my own account in my female voice. And when I say singing, I don't mean bawling out some dreadful karaoke anthem in a pub. I have ambitions - call me deluded if you will - to attempt something operatic. Or at least sing the blues. Or maybe it'll be something from 'Oklahoma!': I'm Just A Girl Who Can't Say No. Whatever, it'll be a new thing in my life. I'm unmusical, but I have always wanted to sing like Callas.
Of course there is the dreadful probability that my scope will be confined to the squeaky voice on the Pam & The Paperclips' 1980 number, Typing Pool. Here it is on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFC_TrC5_G0 Mind you, if that's all I can do, it'll still be an accomplishment!
I'm looking forward to getting some practice in at Christmas. And for some reason the Goodies' rousing little singalong hit Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me keeps coming into my head. Also on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsK2C3yNFQI Must be the increased hormone dose!