disco creeps

Karaoke makes me feel good. As I stumble out on to the rainy streets of Soho I have this breathless blissed-out feeling throughout my whole body from singing and laughing for hours. Everyone who hasn't tried it should do it, and don't give me that 'I can't sing' rubbish either.

I've had several really excellent weekends lately, and this so far has definitely been one of them. I'd like to write more about it, but for now a snippet from last night, as we tried to turn Creep into a 70s disco number:

(several people being human beatboxes in the background)
Me (hamming it up like mad): You're so fucking special, I wish I was special
martylog (in pantomime style): But what are you?
Me: I'm a creep
martylog: What else are you?
Me: I'm a weirdo
martylog: And you really have to ask yourself
Me: What the hell am I doing here?
martylog: What don't you do?
Me: I don't belong here
martylog: Speak up! I can't hear you!
Me: I don't belong here
(cheers, hoots, catcalls and custard pies)

The thing is, I've sung that song many times (usually on my own in the house), but I've never meant the lyrics less. Here's to belonging.