Again, with the Singing

A few years back, I lost my job. My wife and I had not long been married and had recently bought a flat. It was awful. Along with the fact that I felt all kinds of worthless (getting the sack tends to do that to a man), I needed to find another source of income as soon as humanly possible. While I was single and living pretty much hand to mouth, I occasionally would enter karaoke competitions to win beer money and did ok. The odd fifty or twenty five quid here and there kept me from cadging cigarettes too much and allowed my social life to clip along quite nicely.

Singing

I have hinted at it before in previous blog posts, but if you hadn't worked out by now, I do a bit of singing on the side. I discovered that I had a voice of sorts when we moved to Cardiff from Beddau (little town in the South Wales valleys for you international readers) when I was nine. To cut a long story short, my grandmother died and my grandfather moved in with us. My father and he worked in the same factory and it was natural for us to move nearer their work I had spent my early years in Beddau and as I had no friends in Cardiff as we were new there, I joined the Cub Scouts and later the Scouts. The scouts were affiliated with a church and bada bing, before I know it I'm in the choir.