I can’t remember what I sang, it was probably Elvis’s Heartbreak Hotel, and I recollect going back up a couple of times.
In my excuse I was on my umpteenth Strawberry Daiquiri.
I do remember though our host Brian McCarthy owning the small stage with a kickass version of My Own Personal Jesus.
Barry (left), an effing legend
But what I remember most about our karaoke night in the Maldives was the contribution of someone who didn’t even take the stage.
A round with Alice
Barry Coughlan (that’s pronounced like the punctuation mark he would remind us) always had something to say.
Usually with an ‘f’ in it.
Island of refuge: The Maldives
Thankfully for Barry there was a song made just for him… Smokie’s Living Next Door to Alice.
Or more precisely he preferred the version by Dutch novelty act Gonpie.
With the Scary One not there and me on my worst behaviour I didn’t hesitate joining in with Barry on the chorus.
Seaplanes over Asia
It is a bit of a hike to get there… three planes, two continents, but an adventure all the same.
Any excuse
That’ll be a Turkish Airlines flight to Istanbul and then onto Male, the main hub for the teardrop islands.
Before you take a seaplane with a barefoot pilot to Kuramathi where your Atoll adventure really begins.
And lots of bubbles too
I had to check a couple of times on the UK’ exempt list and Ireland’s green list to see that we’re not allowed to go there yet.
I’m sure Barry will have a thing or two to say about that!
