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.