Just boasting, again.

Singing.

The first Sunday night of the months is open mike night.

For years I went and sang on mike the same way I sing down stairs during the rest of the month.

It's noisy, full and you have to belt out songs that can be heard. So we stick to a well worn path of all the loud full volume stuff. We rarely sing anything that is subtle or difficult.

About 4 months ago ( it's only once a month) I started to get right into the mike, real close and sing like I do when I'm on my own in the kitchen.

That's when people started to come up to me after and tell me how good that was. Now every singer or performer has an ego that goes right down to their boots, especially me. I try to hide it but it's there.

Last night I sang 'Some one like you' by Adel (and Bobby McGee), check it out on you tube. It has had over 400 million hits, it's a great song and she has a voice from heaven.

So why would someone who's voice is made out of old leather that's been rubbed with a rasp have a go at that song.
Well it's strange, it's a bit like ugly men who are some how attractive. You just can't put your finger on it but it's there.
That's what my voice is like and using this close intimate method.      It's working, people like it.

I sat down after my turn and a well known singer/ musician sat down next to me, he wants to record me. We shook hands and forgot to exchange telephone numbers. I'll see him again.

Footy.

Liverpool v Newcastle.
Another great game. 1-1.
Loads of incidents though.

It's Monday, which means golf. It's dry, no wind. Should be good.

Joke, I received this the other day and thought you might like to read.

Husband Store 

A store that sells new husbands has opened in Manchester , just off Deansgate where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!


So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:


Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs


She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:


Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. 
'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'


So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.


'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.


She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework...


'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' 
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:


Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.


She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:


Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

PLEASE NOTE:
To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street with the same rules.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.