Now I’m back home doin’ 9 to 5, livin’ the grey flannel life, but when I turn off to sleep, memories creep. More, more, more Ladies Marmalade from America to here.
When despite the acclamations of the MC that my rendition of the Patti Labelle classic was ‘how to do a chick’s song’…
I actually murdered it, while my hosts taped me for posterity.
All of which nostalgia came flooding back as I watched Daddy’s Little Girl nail Lady Marmalade with her dance troupe in Tranent in East Lothian in Scotland.
Though it morphs into Moulin Rouge by the time Lil’ Kim, Christina Aguilera & Pink! got their hands on it.
I know it was for the film Moulin Rouge, but I hazard that Lady Marmalade would only ever have worked a sizzling city like Norleans.
Now those of us who criss-cross the Oo Es of Eh to cover its travel fairs especially look forward to when it is Norleans‘ turn.
We still wait, and for the time being we make do by smiling at the pictures of our old pal and Travel legend JP Thompson.
As he decked himself head to toe in kitsch carnival clothes for a Bourbon Street parade.
Why then he took shy when calls went up for karaoke volunteers that night in Orlando we’re still interrogating him to this day.
Now we’re all living with Covid one of the staples of a party holiday, the karaoke is thankfully back.
When ‘Leeds Ray’ and myself whip-cracked away into the theme from Raw Hide.
More Booze Brothers us than Blues Brothers.
Nor did either of these embarrassments put me off getting up again and again.
But with age has come experience and I lowered my range to channel my inner Chuck Berry.
On none of these occasions has the Scary One joined me on the Mic.
Although I guess she might plump for Hit the Road, Jock.
Whatever your karaoke song of choice, whether Ladies Marmalade from America to here, enjoy.