I arrive at the pub at 16.00, that’s when it opens. I have a beer and read a book and I am generally content with life. After two hours I have another beer which will take another two hours to swallow. Unfortunately, it was a Tuesday and she was putting up her rig, the microphone and speaker, and handed out quiz notes.

I’m a slow drinker so I’m forced to stay. She expect us to make guesses based on her performance. Very few people actually participates, they are sort of stuck, like me.

I don’t want to dunk on her too much, she’s just following her dreams (probably), I’m sure it’s nerve wracking to sing in front of a crowd, but lady, that’s no excuse to ruin somebody’s good time. I still got half a pint left when she starts – which meant an hour.

She ruined my muse and the great works of art I was going to make!

The she-dragon sings like a siren, only, she scares people away instead. She killed my words and took my soul hostage, and my madness… is still intact.