Raise your voices!

There are few things in this world which bring the peoples of this world, with their many races, creeds and prejudices, together in a moment of unity. Paddle Pops, Degrassi Junior High, contempt for Paris Hilton. These things are oh too rare and as such should be treasured as the little nuggets of sweet chocolatey gold that they clearly are.

I would like to suggest a new addition to this list. Something that at times I may have disparaged... at times I may have even suggested that it was the realm of failed Pop Stars and Australian Idol Rejects. Yes, I am talking about Karaoke.

Karaoke... another thing we can thank the Japanese for, just like the seemingly never ending obligation to eat raw fish, and the propensity to choke within the last 4 minutes of a sporting contest. But to really enjoy Karaoke... to hear its song and dance to it tinny beat you have to jettison its cultural origin and place it in its spiritual home in the new world - Peru. My god, they are fiends for the stuff over here. And so it is that in Peru, for the first time in the history of humankind that you are able to truly join together in a global song!(Well, that is if you can describe an Australian, two Canadians and three Peruvians as global)

Oh, and it is mandatory that you sing Shakira.

That last requirement is my addition and nothing to do with Peru. God bless that woman (and her hips). Estoy Aqui is the anthem of this century

But I digress. This is how it came to be that this Monday I engaged in the lovely company of Pepe, Alyse, Lauren and some other bloke whose name I cannot remember, to reveal in the primal joy of song. And despite the fact that Pepe clearly appeared to be on mind enhancing chemicals of some kind, fun was had by all. That is, of course, until Pepe decided that the most appropriate course of action was to engage in a half hour marathon of Guns n Roses Classics.

I cannot understand why he insisted upon the change... there were still at least 5 Shakira classics that we still had to cover (and one Shakira song that I had never seen before... wild horses could not have kept me away). But as they say in all the best kindergartens, sharing is caring.

In other news, guinea pig tastes like chicken. Not much to them though. If you are hungry I would stick with chicken.

Rock and Roll

Paddy.