Carry on karaoke

Tonight we went to Family Karaoke Box in the Cuppage Plaza. That sounds like a filthy, rotten thing to do, but strangely the Family Karaoke Box in the Cuppage Plaza is one of the least filthy things in that area; or at least it's not a cloud of scantily dressed prostitutes looking for trade.

Can't see the Forest for the trees

Tonight I went for a run, and something went a bit mental with my heart rate monitor.

Well, that's the optimistic interpretation for it showing a reading of 190 bpm. The pessimistic interpretation is that I'm about to keel over in a hotel gym from a massive cardiac arrest. Well, I suppose the optimistic interpretation should be that I'm capable of ludicrous exertion.

Maid Date

This evening, with time to kill, I took my brother's rifle, up on the hill.

Actually, my brother is thousands of miles away and I don't think he has any firearms (I wouldn't put it past him though) so I went with a friend to Maid Date in Causeway Bay.

Whatever happened to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

Donatello qualified as a CPA in 1998; Raphael is a dental surgeon in Long Beach, and Michelangelo teaches at a liberal arts college in Conneticut. None of them have spoken to Leonardo, last seen sleeping rough in Brooklyn three years ago.

Karaoke in Bellevue

This evening we went out for a few drinks after work, and I made the mistake of drinking nothing but club sodas. This meant by midnight when everyone else had reached a healthy level of inebriation, I was still stone cold sober, which meant when I started drinking I was really storing up trouble for myself.

Karaoke

Karaoke in England is the preserve of drunk bank managers who think they're Frank Sinatra, drunk housewives who think they're Mariah Carey, drunk - basically, everyone's drunk.