Well, now you come to mention it, I did sing to Harry on more than one occasion, when the sprog was in his cradle or more like if he couldn't settle of an evening, and I was babysitting for James and Lily.
He didn't complain, at least not usually. But then he wasn't necessarily a discerning audience.
Out here there's a horrifying invention I've seen once or twice. I only hope it doesn't catch on. It's called a karaoke machine and it makes the most ghastly singers in the world think they can bloody well stand up there and torture cats to the tunes - or I should say, the background music - of popular songs.
It's atrocious. Listening to some of these blokes I can understand why Mother was dead set against me doing any kind of public singing.
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Date: 2010-04-13 04:13 am (UTC)He didn't complain, at least not usually. But then he wasn't necessarily a discerning audience.
Out here there's a horrifying invention I've seen once or twice. I only hope it doesn't catch on. It's called a karaoke machine and it makes the most ghastly singers in the world think they can bloody well stand up there and torture cats to the tunes - or I should say, the background music - of popular songs.
It's atrocious. Listening to some of these blokes I can understand why Mother was dead set against me doing any kind of public singing.