Sarikei Karaoke Okey Cokey
Another birthday has whizzed past. Fifty-seven and counting. I spent this one with Sue and a group of her mentor colleagues at a karaoke bar in Sarikei, our nearest largish town, where we go to buy things like yoghurt and margarine, when there is none to be had in Saratok. You enter the place through an anonymous door in the high street and go up a flight of stairs to a single large room with a bar and some beaten up tables, chairs and sofas. It's the latest happening place where the coolest dudes in town hang. The attraction for us English speakers is that they have a grainy selection of English language karaoke videos. These mainly comprise people with 1980s clothes and hairdos singing songs we've never heard of whilst walking around middle European towns. Still we did manage a passable version of "dream, dream, dream" to the backdrop of a black and white film of the Everly brothers and "don't cry for me Argentina" supported by someone who I w...