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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...
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...
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