I've just played Lucky Stars by Dean Friedman and Denise Marsa on the radio. It's one of those songs that people either adore or detest. I'm in the former category.
For the last couple of years the song has reminded me of the organised karaoke night I attended in London with loads of other TV Cream staffers and associates, including the owners of this blog, this one, this one, this one, this one and this one. Oh, and this one.
In its more familiar surroundings, karaoke is an abomination, but if you book a private karaoke party at designated premises rather than just wail Tears Of A Clown while pissed up at your local, it can be enormous fun. This is what we did, at a place which also trebled up as a bowling alley and general amusement centre.
I have photographic evidence of two of our blogging heroes singing the aforementioned Lucky Stars. With or without photos, the memory of that still makes me howl with laughter. I have a photo of Clair and I duetting on Don't Go Breaking My Heart. I have a pic of F-C impersonating Kate Bush's dancing. There are plenty of others. Start the bidding.
At one point I could have sworn that Kevin Rowland was in the room, such was the accuracy of Steve's impersonation during Geno. My favourite memory, however, remains the attempt by Phil at singing the seminal Atmosphere by Russ Abbot without knowing any of the melody at all, hence his switch to Songs Of Joy and Tears Of Laughter during the first verse.
Can we do another one soon, please?