Why beer = bad....
The last thing the Other Half said to me before we left the flat last night was "don't let me take my clothes off tonight". He also stated categorically that he wasn't going to sing.
Cut to two and a half hours later. We've screeched, wailed and shouted through most of the karaoke songbook. Me and him have wowed the (largely indifferent, admittedly) crowd with a strangled rendition of "Since You've Been Gone" by the mighty Rainbow. The Other Half, between pestering anyone who'll listen to get up and sing with him, has taken to dancing around with his t-shirt pulled up, showing frightened colleagues his belly and intermittently stroking his nipples. Bless him.
To say that mine and GBF's take on "Best of You" by the Foo Fighters was, ahem, experimental to say the least is something of an understatement. We didn't so much murder it as stab it to death, dismember it, put the bits into bin bags and throw them in the canal. Fortunately the microphones weren't switched on. Apparently. Who knew?
A top night out. Carry on.
Cut to two and a half hours later. We've screeched, wailed and shouted through most of the karaoke songbook. Me and him have wowed the (largely indifferent, admittedly) crowd with a strangled rendition of "Since You've Been Gone" by the mighty Rainbow. The Other Half, between pestering anyone who'll listen to get up and sing with him, has taken to dancing around with his t-shirt pulled up, showing frightened colleagues his belly and intermittently stroking his nipples. Bless him.
To say that mine and GBF's take on "Best of You" by the Foo Fighters was, ahem, experimental to say the least is something of an understatement. We didn't so much murder it as stab it to death, dismember it, put the bits into bin bags and throw them in the canal. Fortunately the microphones weren't switched on. Apparently. Who knew?
A top night out. Carry on.
posted by surly girl at 11:34 am
16 Comments:
To SG, our equally bemused / frightened colleagues and the world in general...I apologise unreservedly.
The mark of a good night out is coming back with burst ear drums. That's in a club, mind.
Causing bloodshed from a fellow human being's ears through reckless 'singing' is another matter. You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Oh, fabulous.
Next time you're up for some Elane Page/Babs Dixon action, give me a bell!
me and a friend put our names down for that but they "ran out of time".....
Echoing funny thing: You need to be careful not to be sued for actual bodily harm
On the other hand, pulling your top up and showing your tits (male or female) is absolutely fine.
I've never been that much of an exhibitionist until I met SG, she brings out the best (?) in me !!!
Microphones weren't switched on because someone pulled the plug?
Sounds like a fantastic night. People take their kareoke very seriously in my town. My murdering of songs is never appreciated by the other singers, who behave as if they're going to be discovered that night. In a kareoke bar.
Alcohol was drunk, fun was had, who cares what else happened?
Thought it was about time I added you to my blogroll, so you're there now:-)
I'm impressed that you're able to sit in front of the computer after such a wild night.
Aah....the karaoke machine. Another Japanese contribution to world culture.
Sounds like you guys had a GREAT night!
Who is this guy Karaoke?
Ive searched all the pubs and haven't met him once.
Sounds like a good night though
Cary Okie?
Some kind of Ancient Japanese Tourture Isn't it?
Other half is a gem!
I couldn't bring myself to read this post, I'm too angry about the headline. Take it back! Take is back, damn you! Beer is our friend and wants us to be happy.
You mean you wouldn't have done all that anyway?
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