Yes, we did it! And it was bad. One down side of this hostel is that there are many very talented musicians staying here. Many of them sing. Well. So although it was definitely Bindi and I pushing the tapas tour towards the karaoke bar, it wasn't us getting the cheers from the crowd. Oh no, it was all the bloody good singers! At least I had the sense to surrender the microphone for the Dusty Springfield number I requested to Carolyn - a VERY good Canadian singer staying here. Everyone was coming up to her telling her how great she was afterwards. I tried to hide the dagger stares.
My only consolation is that I have found someone who is worse at karaoke than I am. Bindi! Man, she is bad. Very bad. Think Cameron Diaz in My Best Friend's Wedding. Yep, Bindi is worse. I promise you. Not only that, she is the loudest singer/talker ever! In her duet with Davis, a very talented muso, you could only hear her. At least in my duet with Ivan (we did Summer lovin') I didn't sing his parts. And I think I actually sing Olivia quite well. Honest. It's her high pitch that agrees with me.
Unfortunately for us, the Irish bar doesn't serve free tapas with your drinks. Bloody Irish! Anyway, it was a good excuse to stop off for a kebab on the way home! The Moorish influence on Granada is still incredibly strong, and there are more kebab houses than I've ever seen. I'm in heaven! I've gots so much material for my book, it's ridiculous. I've also got quite a few people here interested in it. I took quite a few photos of my new mates eating their kebabs. I bet you just can't wait to read it! II better go and make notes for it...Ciao.
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Ciao? I thought you were learning Spanish? ;)
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