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May. 3rd, 2009 11:13 pmOver to Portsmouth to meet up with the Hawk girls for Charlie's and my joint birthday drinks.
When I arrived at the packed Goose At The V&A in Southsea the girls were in the crowded garden. Joy, they had mixed fruit Kopparberg. After a while, a couple of the lasses were finding it a little chilly so we made our way inside. The good news was there was a big table free; the bad news was that it was directly in line with the open door, so Jenna F especially was still cold.
Simon and Rita got there about six, but the place was still packed so not long after that the girls decided to move on to the Fleet pub near the Guildhall, so Jodie ordered four taxis for the 16 of us. The Fleet also had mixed fruit Kopparberg. While we were there Rob and Lisa arrived and even Dick put in an appearance. The evening passed with an agreeable mix of laughter, drinks and music. Talking of the latter, the Fleet had karaoke with a difference - you sing accompanied not by a backing track but a live band. When a barmaid came round handing out the leaflets advertising this, with a comprehensive list of songs that the band were able to play, everyone straight away urged Charlie, who has a reputation as a karaoke queen, to put herself forward; Jodie, Billie and Becky made crossed-arms X's and shouted 'X Factor!'
Charlie cannily announced she'd only sing if I did first. Next thing Abi was also on me to do it, and then suddenly Jodie and Telé were leading the others in a boisterous chant of "We want Wilhelmus". I considered I'd Do Anything For Love but I'm not word perfect on the lyrics (I didn't know that they provided you with song sheets) so, much to Abi's approval, I settled for Summer of '69 (which she erroneously thought was Bryan's four-month chart-topper). Although a girl was just in front of me in the queue to volunteer, they called me up first. My rendition was decidedly ropey, but I got a generous reception from the girls on returning to our table.
Charlie, after a delay apparently caused by the song sheet stand being too high for her - eventually Sam joined her on stage and held her lyric sheet for her - gave us a decent performance of Can't Fight The Moonlight. After that everyone looned around and took photos of each other on their mobiles. Near the end of the evening the girls decided to move on to Walkabout; they invited me to join them but I was skint by now so said my goodbyes.
When I arrived at the packed Goose At The V&A in Southsea the girls were in the crowded garden. Joy, they had mixed fruit Kopparberg. After a while, a couple of the lasses were finding it a little chilly so we made our way inside. The good news was there was a big table free; the bad news was that it was directly in line with the open door, so Jenna F especially was still cold.
Simon and Rita got there about six, but the place was still packed so not long after that the girls decided to move on to the Fleet pub near the Guildhall, so Jodie ordered four taxis for the 16 of us. The Fleet also had mixed fruit Kopparberg. While we were there Rob and Lisa arrived and even Dick put in an appearance. The evening passed with an agreeable mix of laughter, drinks and music. Talking of the latter, the Fleet had karaoke with a difference - you sing accompanied not by a backing track but a live band. When a barmaid came round handing out the leaflets advertising this, with a comprehensive list of songs that the band were able to play, everyone straight away urged Charlie, who has a reputation as a karaoke queen, to put herself forward; Jodie, Billie and Becky made crossed-arms X's and shouted 'X Factor!'
Charlie cannily announced she'd only sing if I did first. Next thing Abi was also on me to do it, and then suddenly Jodie and Telé were leading the others in a boisterous chant of "We want Wilhelmus". I considered I'd Do Anything For Love but I'm not word perfect on the lyrics (I didn't know that they provided you with song sheets) so, much to Abi's approval, I settled for Summer of '69 (which she erroneously thought was Bryan's four-month chart-topper). Although a girl was just in front of me in the queue to volunteer, they called me up first. My rendition was decidedly ropey, but I got a generous reception from the girls on returning to our table.
Charlie, after a delay apparently caused by the song sheet stand being too high for her - eventually Sam joined her on stage and held her lyric sheet for her - gave us a decent performance of Can't Fight The Moonlight. After that everyone looned around and took photos of each other on their mobiles. Near the end of the evening the girls decided to move on to Walkabout; they invited me to join them but I was skint by now so said my goodbyes.
