Cheer Up Sleepy Jean...

WE DID some bad karaoke the other night.
Actually, I'm beginning to wonder whether or not there is any other kind of karaoke to begin with. Sure, there are people who can actually sing and sing well, but for reason the fun goes out of it then. I mean, who wants to sing just after Celine Dion's got up and belted out a few classics (or even be in the room after she's finished)?
The night compared favourably to Sunday night, where Australian Torah Bright not only failed to win a snowboarding gold in Turin, but the pub that has a big sign up advertising Sunday karaoke was closed for the night.
Bastards.
In the end it was a bit like a spotty teenager about to swap seminal fluids for the first time: we talked about how great it was going to be, what we were going to try, who'd be the best etc.
End result? One giant fizzle.
It's always interesting watching people sing karaoke, or even deliberate whether they're going to sing in the first place.
Such a person always begins the night by saying flat out there's no way known they're getting up and singing, they're really really bad at it and everyone will leave if they do sing.
A few drinks later, singing goes from being a definite no to a maybe so; many more drinks later confirms that our intrepid hero really is, in fact, a crap singer. But they get up and have a go.
This is a hell of a lot better than one friend who actually did a runner just before we got up to sing. One minute he's there, next minute he's disappeared faster than Harold Holt swimming in Portsea.
Me? I never have much trouble getting up and singing (Frank Sinatra's New York, New York, Elton John's Crocodile Rock and The Monkees Daydream Believer for those playing at home). Reports vary as to the quality, from the Cagey "you're shit" to the "yeah, you're not too bad" (anyone wishing to compare should listen to when I sing with a brother).
All in all though it's generally a fun night out (especially while drunk) - except when people keep singing Britney Spears!