Last Thursday night we had the CompSoc Christmas Party and karaoke night, and I was of course among the star-studded line-up of performers for the evening.
Derek gallantly started us off with his, um, rendition of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, and much enjoyed it certainly was. Perhaps. For my own part, as well as a duet with Chalmers of Man, I Feel Like a Woman, I was also heard in a few other numbers (including one I can’t remember; from left to right, that’s Neil, Colleen, Chris and me). At the end of the night we all performed a frankly amazing a cappella version of Bohemian Rhapsody, as one must at any karaoke event. It was a bloody good night, and much kudos to Derek (who also wrote about it) and his social committee for arranging it. I’m fairly sure Lauren still loves me after the event, despite having been quite appalled at my singing.
The following night, Derek, Gary, Lauren and I took the 2-hour journey down south to Dumfries (Chris and Lauren’s hometown) for Chris’ 21st, held in the function room at his parents’ pub – and yes, I do mean their pub; how incredibly appropriate for the lad. Again, karaoke was the main activity of the night, with Derek performing some more classic hits before we all throttled Love Is All Around and then outdid even the previous evening’s performance of Bohemian Rhapsody, leading many old women to laugh at us. I’m fairly certain we were the toast of the town by the time we left the pub around 1:15 am to go to the legendary Jumpin’ Jak’s.
Much bizarre dancing was in evidence, including myself and some American chap jumping up and down like twunts whilst Lauren and her friend Jen were talking. Derek was dragged off the dancefloor by staff for the sake of other dancers’ safety (no joke; and that was despite Chris and I flicking beer in his face repeatedly to try to ensure he didn’t lose consciousness), and Lauren and I eventually arrived back at her parents’ house at about 3:30 am. Another excellent night, and thanks to the man for inviting us. Many happy returns, dude.
Have a truly ace Christmas, folks, and a great new year. Here’s to a frankly sheercore 2005!