Hello strangers

Apr 05, 2019 22:48

I'd normally post this to twitter, but it's slightly long so here you go. I came home after an evening out with my friends and as some of you may know, one of the biggest past times of those populating the British Isles is to inhabit and partake in the consumption of the goods on sale in the local pub. Having partook over several hours I was in fact, slightly inebriated and remain so at the time writing this very missive to you fine folks.

As long time readers of this very intermittent blog will know, I am currently staying at my Father's, my childhood home. I arrived home and after saying hello I went up to my bedroom still listening to my ipod and occcasionally singing along, it was when I was sing along with the great Bob Dylan that my step-mother, having gone to bed early this Friday night, got out of bed and thumped, not knocked, on my bedroom door, to demand that I stop "that ungodly noise."   Now I have been told by people on more than one occasion that my singing is not what people call good. It has been described by kind souls as unique and by the less kind as both flat and out of tune.

So I have had to restrain myself to tormenting those at the nearest kareoke bar, where I've paid money, so they can't make me stop.
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