I've realised that girls fall into three karaoke camps. Those who can actually bloody sing and everyone is really really jealous of. Those who refuse to do something as silly as karaoke and sulk in the corner, and then there's the other camp. The camp which I believe both of your lovely Dollymix editors fall into. The "I'm not singing! No! Not singing!...oooh cocktails... Give me the microphone, it's MY solo!" camp. So, do you karaoke?
Earlier this week, your usually shy and retiring Dollymixers found themselves belting out tunes at Lucky Voice in Islington. (Disclaimer, Siany is not shy and retiring in the slightest). But both of us, at some point were in the "I'm never singing in public ever EVER EVER" camp. And honestly, at least one of us should of stayed there (that would be me then).
Literally overnight, I went from being tone deaf, to belting out hundreds of songs and thinking I was Bonnie Tyler. Much to the amusement of everyone else. I'm not. I'm not even Steven Tyler. Although that might be a good thing. He's not as hot as he used to be.
So, if you fall into the (frankly rubbish) not singing karaoke pool, here are some damn good reasons why you should partake at any given opportunity.
- You'll look bloody ridiculous. THIS IS A GOOD THING! Looking stupid is a lot of fun!
- There will be photo evidence of you looking bloody ridiculous! That's even better!
- You'll sound awful! Everyone will laugh!
- Everyone will remind you the next day that you sang vaguely pornographic rap songs!
Oh. Bugger. Remind me why this is a good idea again? Anyway, while I spend the rest of the day trying to destroy all photo evidence of my warbling, here's a fun poll for Friday. (You don't want any hard hitting lady journalism today! Go away with your demands!) Do you karaoke?
Flickr image of editor Siany bashing out a power ballad from Annie Mole's photostream.
