The sound of 700 IT workers, consultants, teachers, hipsters and retirees belting out the best of Gloria Gaynor at 8am on a sour summer's day in Sydney, is better than it might seem. Their voices are untrained, unpolished, unheard-of. They have come cradling hopes and takeaway coffees. They have come in activewear and smart casual. They are not singers but this is their choir.
