Telling stories….

3 Aug

…is not my strong point.

Which is why I tend to avoid writing full blown diary entries.  My writing is just not interesting/funny enough to convey the humour in a situation.  (Incidentally, I don’t tell jokes for the same reason.  My humour seems to be confined to sarcastic comments and stupid questions.)

Sadly, this means that regaling you with our Singstar  adventures from last night would probably not be nearly as hilarious as it was at the time. Telling you how my one opponent and I would sort of moan the words instead of singing them, is probably not as hysterical as it would’ve been had you been able to see the Neanderthal looks on our faces while we made sounds that should rather be confined to private restrooms.

Describing how my insane friend sat in front of me pulling ridiculous faces in a desperate attempt to draw my attention away from the song, resulting in me staring so hard at the screen that I forgot to blink, doesn’t quite do the moment justice.

Finally, reconstructing the scene where all four of us took turns wrestling each other alongside fervent claims that the other teams were cheating, all the while hiding the fact that we’d unplugged our opponents’ microphones isn’t even remotely as funny as it would’ve been if you had just been there.

So I won’t bore you with the details.  Just know that we had a blast 🙂


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