Strange Noises Below...

The morning is punctuated by fluent cursing in German.  This can only mean one thing - Katrin is working on her end of term project.  Otherwise, a very salient lesson was learnt last night. 

I cannot sing. 

We had a Karaoke night at @d2 (one of the gay clubs in Nottingham) to raise funds for Nottingham Pride and I was persuaded to enter.  As I started to sing, even I could hear the appalling flatness of my notes.  I gave up in the end and read the lyrics in a Grace Jones-eque deadpan.  Rosey (one of my fellow committee members) came up to me afterwards; put a re-assuring hand on my shoulder and said "Steve, I love you dearly but please Never Sing Again...!!!"

It's back to singing in the shower then, I guess...