But a worrying trend has crept in and it shows no sign of abating.
Why on the last two notes of God save the queen does every celebrity singer do that really annoying bit and go up an octave ?
Now we have no doubts as to the vocal dexterity of those performing, so I ask them humbly please sing the thing as it was written.
Imagine if in Cardiff, we decided to go up an octave at the end of “Hen wlad fy nhadau” the way that wonderful piece of music is written, it would put such a strain on NHS Wales with all the ensuing hernia operations resulting from attempts to reach those vocal dizzy heights, it doesn’t bear thinking about
And as for the celebrity singer, you can forget Katherine Jenkins we’d have to find a castrato.
Of course in the old days we just had a band and a conductor, but now we have to have some poor scantily clad soprano freezing her crotchets off at a sub-zero Twickenham.
(other voice ranges and international grounds are available)
You can just hear the poor things pleading with their agents for “Il canto degi Italiani”at an Italy home game, solely in the hope of experiencing rising mercury and decreasing goose bumps.
It really isn’t a level playing field, Bryn Terfel can wear a beard, a sheepskin coat,and a scarf, the glass ceiling is still firmly in place in the world of anthem singing.
Of course,the Human rights act, and the threat of amnesty international action, prevents any soprano or mezzo from singing at Murrayfield, unless of course the match takes place in July or August.
So when the six nations starts spare a thought for those poor souls who are putting their bodies on in the line in the name of music.
“Che gelida manina”