Yeah, I think I'll do that tonight the whole thing appeals to me in some strange way, like I just can't wait to get out there and spy on some more peoples lives! There's a karaoke night on at the Horse and Hound tonight, I might go along to that and see what's going on.
I wonder if that guy will be there? He's a little bloke, slightly disheveled, the sort you imagine still lives with his mum at fourty odd years old. The eternal bachelor, it's so ingrained in him now that I don't think he even knows what woman is any more, or at least it daunts him so much he's just given up. He's always there, I mean he's this little balding man, not much to look at, badly shaven moustache, suit too big for him, but when he gets up on that stage, microphone in hand the whole room stands still. And I mean stands still. His voice is amazing, it's as though for every little rough edge, for every bad deal the rest of him got he was compensated by this voice. A big two fingers up at everyone, and when he's up there not one person pokes fun, not one person utters a word, no snide glances, nothing. The cruel tongues are silenced and for that moment, that tiny little moment of glory the whole world is his.