Karaoke.

[Joan]

It's good to see you posting, Lucy - keep it up!  I'd be Peeps' groupie like a shot, but I fear it would be a bit too expensive for you - return business class airfares once a week from Australia might just break the bank.  Although, I suppose after a while I could use frequent flyer points.  Then after a couple of weeks, I'd be so confused, sozzled and jetlagged, I'd be able to sit through a whole session of his karaoke without flinching.  What d'you think?

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Worth the expense to have the legendary Jetlag Joan in your corner, I reckon. Mind you, the double Dalwhinnies may just tip the scales.

[The Peepmaster]

Worth the expense to have the legendary Jetlag Joan in your corner, I reckon. Mind you, the double Dalwhinnies may just tip the scales.

Sharing the evening with a drunken sot is not to everyone's liking, Tarks.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

I'm sure she won't mind.

[Joan]

I can see that any vestiges of dignity I had left have just flown out the window.  I don't know where that word "sozzled" came from - someone else must have stuck it in there.  I can assure you that Jetlag Joan will not be making an appearance for some time, if ever again.  Can't afford the airfares for one thing, and just the thought of a sip of Dalwhinnie (or any other whisky) makes me feel ever so slightly ill. That's an understatement, btw.

French champagne would not be refused, however.

Seriously, Peeps, on my next trip over, my first stop will be the Island of Bute on a Saturday night, to be royally entertained by the local karaoke talent.  You should be perfect by then - not likely to happen for a long time.  Did Lucy mention dancing?

PS I do think it's great that you get up in front of people and sing - I couldn't do it in a million years.  I'm very envious.

[Fyodor]

Ah, that explains it! I used to love those old coffee bar days. I would always go to the jukebox and pick obscure B-sides in an attempt to appear cool. While everyone else went for "Satisfaction" or whatever by The Stones, I would pick "Spider and the Fly" on the flipside and stroll nonchalantly back to my glass of milk. (This was another attempt at being cool---everybody else was drinking coffee).
I didn't do too well with girls back then.

Plus ca ne change pas, plus ca ne change pas.