On 4th July Kath invited me out to celebrate her birthday. Susan and I were picked up by John, one of Kath and Donna’s friends from the Kucom theatre. As we walked to the restaurant we were most amused to realise that we’d both bought her the exact same present – a big bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin, with accompanying fresh limes – obviously we know her very well! Kath had chosen a Russian restaurant to celebrate her birthday – one of those places she’s always been meaning to go to but has never got around to.
I was a bit disappointed with the menu to be honest, as there were no vegetarian main courses, so I had to settle for having two starters, as the chef was not willing to make me anything specially. Kath was on top form as usual and we had a good time, despite the food not really being up to scratch, although Kath said she quite enjoyed her meal. Susan and I decided to compensate by having a shot of Russian vodka instead – and that’s when it all started going downhill! We ended up at Gordi’s, a rowdy
karaoke bar, and it was only a matter of minutes before Kath was up on stage, strutting her stuff to ‘If I Could Turn Back Time’! The gin and tonics were in full flow and after Susan and friends did a shambolic rendition of ‘Dancing Queen’, it was time for me and Kath to perform our duet – we had chosen the Kylie and Jason classic, ‘Especially For You’! Naturally I sang the Kylie parts, and Kath sang the Jason parts. I say ‘sang’, it was more screeched and wailed, but I have to take my hat off to Kath because no-one else in the world has ever got me to perform karaoke, and I doubt they ever will again. Luckily I was so well lubricated that I only have a vague recollection of what had occurred, and thankfully was too drunk to get any photos taken. The night came to a farcical end when Susan and I went outside for a cigarette and the doorman wouldn’t let me back in without ID, even though I had been in and out about 5 times before without being asked. Obviously I don’t carry my passport around with me, so I had to traipse off home in inebriated shame and text Kath to tell her why we hadn’t returned. A typically ridiculous end to a very ridiculous evening!
On 4th July Kath invited me out to celebrate her birthday. Susan and I were picked up by John, one of Kath and Donna’s friends from the Kucom theatre. As we walked to the restaurant we were most amused to realise that we’d both bought her the exact same present – a big bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin, with accompanying fresh limes – obviously we know her very well! Kath had chosen a Russian restaurant to celebrate her birthday – one of those places she’s always been meaning to go to but has never got around to. 
I was a bit disappointed with the menu to be honest, as there were no vegetarian main courses, so I had to settle for having two starters, as the chef was not willing to make me anything specially. Kath was on top form as usual and we had a good time, despite the food not really being up to scratch, although Kath said she quite enjoyed her meal. Susan and I decided to compensate by having a shot of Russian vodka instead – and that’s when it all started going downhill! We ended up at Gordi’s, a rowdy 
karaoke bar, and it was only a matter of minutes before Kath was up on stage, strutting her stuff to ‘If I Could Turn Back Time’! The gin and tonics were in full flow and after Susan and friends did a shambolic rendition of ‘Dancing Queen’, it was time for me and Kath to perform our duet – we had chosen the Kylie and Jason classic, ‘Especially For You’! Naturally I sang the Kylie parts, and Kath sang the Jason parts. I say ‘sang’, it was more screeched and wailed, but I have to take my hat off to Kath because no-one else in the world has ever got me to perform karaoke, and I doubt they ever will again. Luckily I was so well lubricated that I only have a vague recollection of what had occurred, and thankfully was too drunk to get any photos taken. The night came to a farcical end when Susan and I went outside for a cigarette and the doorman wouldn’t let me back in without ID, even though I had been in and out about 5 times before without being asked. Obviously I don’t carry my passport around with me, so I had to traipse off home in inebriated shame and text Kath to tell her why we hadn’t returned. A typically ridiculous end to a very ridiculous evening!
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