“Clair smiled, “I don’t sing, and besides, shower singing is meant only for the person taking the shower.”Alex walked into the bathroom and stood beside the tub. “So does that mean if I were to join you, you’d sing to me?”“Maybe,” she grinned.”
“I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people. ”
“I put the “sing” in single. But only when I’m in the shower.”
“At John Schlesinger's funeral at a synagogue in St John's Wood some years ago the person I stood next to said to me encouragingly, 'Come on, Stephen - you're not singing. Have a go!' 'Believe me, Paul, you don't want me to,' I said. Besides, I was having a much better time listening to him. 'No. Go on!' So I joined in the chorus. 'You're right,' Paul McCartney conceded. 'You can't sing.”
“I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.”
“I make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.”