yeah the big wuss want's to go and listen to some churchified singing stuff rather than go sailing, Stingo thinks its too cold an wet, Fatipa's off on a ninetythird honeymoon revisited in Portugal and me other mates are off climbing in Sardinia think I'll have to sail solo, Tome! Ach jist as long as there's dacent company at ra ither end!
What the nice gent means, is that I'm obliged to go and hear my dearly beloved sing at Malmesbury Abbey, and for some reason he thinks it's a sing along Karaoke event