Don't you hate it when you've made one of the best coffee of your week and drinking it while sitting on a cream couch and thinking how lucky you are that your flat mate actually left one cup when she moved out yesterday even though she took all the bowls, cutlery and all the cooking equipment, she was kind enough to leave that one strange, cafe au lait glass with it's stainless holder so you could have your soothing milky coffee without burning your fingers and while sitting in front of the heater on such a comfy couch and then you hear a strange sound that you know as soon as you hear it but in the time it takes to have that thought the bottom of your strange little cafe au lait glass in it's funny little stainless holder drops it's bottom followed almost instantly with it's scalding hot goodness all over your front and down your legs and all over the creamy fabric of the couch?
Yeh, me too.
If you could write a book about anything, what would it be about?
About how companies who reward individual performances result in people making short-term decisions that impact and *only* impact their ability to meet their Key Areas of Responsibility and aquire that annual bonus. A company who deals with this type of reward system can never ask prospective employees if they work well in a team, and they will never have people working for who them use an holistic approach to the business or the decisions they make.
What's your favorite song to sing karaoke-style? If you don't have one, why not?
You know I've been singing at any given opportunity for quite some time now - although I haven't hogged a karaoke microphone for over a year - I'm still happy to discuss my song choices.
When I first sung Karaoke, it was with a couple of friends and we covered Neil Sedaka's Calendar Girls. We were so good (and I loved it so much) the next few times we went to that bar we sang it again. Eventually I got brave enough to try on my own (and my partners-in-crime got annoyed because I sing so loud no one could hear them so refused to let me sing with them anymore) and sang Hey Big Spender - which I did very well (complete with boob shaking fantasticness) and with great hilarity (nothing to do with the boob shaking) from the audience.
After my grandmother's funeral, we all went down to the T&C Club in Waitara to cheer ourselves - and more importantly, my grandfather - with a few songs. That's where I discovered Connie Frances' Crazy. Another good one is Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and King of the Road.
I don't mind that most people think karaoke is naff - I think being able to belt out a song is one of the most fun things to do. It's so hard to find places where I can sing a whole song at the top of my lungs outside church (they wouldn't let me join the church choir those big meanies)
If you're ever in the mood and fancy a good sing-a-long, come grab me and we can sing King of the Road together - we'll have a great time!
