Shopping today in one of our regular haunts, I was again relieved not to have my ears bombarded with Slade and Wizzard walking through the door.
But my relief soon turned to dismay as today was much worse.
I’m talking Karaoke.
A few years ago (OK, twenty something years ago) my firm’s office party had Karaoke on the menu as the evening’s entertainment. There was a sticker under one chair at each table, and the poor soul who had it was expected to do a turn rather than a runner.
As the company paid for the meal and all drinks, there were some very well inebriated Happy Larries who were having a ‘wail’ of a time, torturing our eardrums.
It turned out to be quite an eye opener too though as one of the shyer guys in our F/X department had a fabulous voice and got a standing ovation for his rendition of ‘Imagine’.
Other Brother actually had a Karaoke business which provided him with a good income for many years. Initially it proved very popular with their friends, their friends (not a ditto), and their friends’ friends, but took off big time as he has always been lucky in getting in on a trend at the right moment.
It also gave his missus ‘the floor’ and she took full advantage (I won’t go there).
Anyway, I have a sneaky feeling that the Christmas music running through the store today may have been the staff’s festive Karaoke from last year.
I could see some of the staff blushing madly, some scampered for cover, and one male was happily singing away as he stocked the shelves in perfect unison and harmony with the track playing, a Bung Crasby in the making.
Let us just say it was not all good, and from the off-key versions of the usual ‘classics’, no-one in their right mind would pay good money to own a copy of this CD.
Next year, it might be Wizzard again. Bliss (not).