I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle!
A lovely night out in chilly London last night at the second Ward & White's Karaoke Circus, which was totally rammed and brimming with festive spirits. martylog had asked me to defend my victory at the first event by starting the karaoke with Queens of the Stone Age's oompah rock classic No One Knows, which was a lot of fun for me, probably some fun for the band and I suspect no fun at all for the audience. I got a few pats on the back after and a couple of people said "You were really good... last time!" Ho ho ho!
There was no cause for dispiritment as the rest of the night was much, much better. Chaotic at times, rambunctious certainly, but I said it before and this second night proved the same - it felt like a silly, giddy, knockabout sing with a load of friends and I'll be back like a flash. My favourite of the night was catbo, who brought her not inconsiderable operatic skills to the Beastie Boys Sabotage, complete with an ultra-powerful ROCK SCREAM in the middle bit. Well done that lass. Everyone who had sung got back on stage at the end for Do They Know It's Christmas? (the answer to that question, I decided whilst laying awake last night, is that some do know and some don't). Smiles all round, congratulations Mr White and Ms Ward.
We had to rush away quite quickly to catch a train last night, so I didn't get to say a proper goodbye to ruudboy, hoshuteki or to the shortly-to-depart-for-Christmas-hols offensive_mango, a perennial sweetheart. I'm a lucky boy to have nice friends like these.
But I am an unlucky boy behind the wheel. After spending a load of money to get my car back on the road this summer, I have been driving very carefully in an attempt to extend the life of the vehicle. On Tuesday morning however, I was involved in the sh1ttest, least spectacular accident ever in which my car slid on ice at the first corner from my house, and my front passenger wheel smashed into the kerb, caving in the wheel itself. A solitary replacement wheel is not available - they weren't Mazda's factory fitted ones when I bought the car - so I've had to shell out for these bad boys - the least expensive set of wheels Halfords have to offer. Looking through the catalogue of alloy wheels in Halfords was one of the most baffling experiences of my life - thousands of them, all only slightly different from each other but varying in price by hundreds of pounds... I ended up just begging them to show me the cheapest. Thank goodness the only cars I'm interested in modding are in video games, where money is not real and you can crash as much as you like.
Until I get a bit of daylight to fit all four of these new wheels on, I'm burning up the highways of Bedfordshire in the_heiress' Golf whilst she recuperates in bed - the victim of a sore throat, a cold, and a night of sleep disturbed by the honking snores of yours truly. Sorry darling. x
There was no cause for dispiritment as the rest of the night was much, much better. Chaotic at times, rambunctious certainly, but I said it before and this second night proved the same - it felt like a silly, giddy, knockabout sing with a load of friends and I'll be back like a flash. My favourite of the night was catbo, who brought her not inconsiderable operatic skills to the Beastie Boys Sabotage, complete with an ultra-powerful ROCK SCREAM in the middle bit. Well done that lass. Everyone who had sung got back on stage at the end for Do They Know It's Christmas? (the answer to that question, I decided whilst laying awake last night, is that some do know and some don't). Smiles all round, congratulations Mr White and Ms Ward.
We had to rush away quite quickly to catch a train last night, so I didn't get to say a proper goodbye to ruudboy, hoshuteki or to the shortly-to-depart-for-Christmas-hols offensive_mango, a perennial sweetheart. I'm a lucky boy to have nice friends like these.
But I am an unlucky boy behind the wheel. After spending a load of money to get my car back on the road this summer, I have been driving very carefully in an attempt to extend the life of the vehicle. On Tuesday morning however, I was involved in the sh1ttest, least spectacular accident ever in which my car slid on ice at the first corner from my house, and my front passenger wheel smashed into the kerb, caving in the wheel itself. A solitary replacement wheel is not available - they weren't Mazda's factory fitted ones when I bought the car - so I've had to shell out for these bad boys - the least expensive set of wheels Halfords have to offer. Looking through the catalogue of alloy wheels in Halfords was one of the most baffling experiences of my life - thousands of them, all only slightly different from each other but varying in price by hundreds of pounds... I ended up just begging them to show me the cheapest. Thank goodness the only cars I'm interested in modding are in video games, where money is not real and you can crash as much as you like.
Until I get a bit of daylight to fit all four of these new wheels on, I'm burning up the highways of Bedfordshire in the_heiress' Golf whilst she recuperates in bed - the victim of a sore throat, a cold, and a night of sleep disturbed by the honking snores of yours truly. Sorry darling. x