Open mic night: Cowes

So, tonight was my first time at open mic night. I had a great time, I went with my brother and James to watch Chris perform. Only to find that I had been betrayed by my own sister.

I'm not a very romantic person, I tend to be incredibly sensible. Pretty much the only way through my defences is... erm... Brown Eyed Girl, by Van Morrison. I can't help it! Ben sang it once at Soul Survivor and I practically turned to goo. It's my kryptonite. And my beloved sister has served me up a kryptonite sandwich. She knows I've just started getting to know Chris, so (because she couldn't be there in person) she texted through a song request... yeah.

So I was there going bright red while Chris sang Brown Eyed Girl, which James found endearing enough to steal me a rose from the bar. Fortunately I was jammed into a corner where I couldn't see Chris, or it would have weakened me even more!

I had fun singing along to anything and everything. Gutted I had to leave so early, really. The one thing I'm not so keen on, however, is how I smell of cigarette smoke... seriously, it's the most revolting smell in the world. They say nobody hates it as much as someone who's never smoked, so I suppose that's why.

If you're reading this, Judi, you are a very bad girl and I shall have serious words with you!