I woke up this morning

...and there were four people passed out in our lounge room. My head was throbbing. My stomach was percolating. Some beery bastard had shat in my mouth. Ah. The familiar strains of a karaoke hangover. In the words of our man, Nicholas, as he sagely greeted the morning with a half-hearted squint;

"I was really. really. drunk last night."

The night was a ball-busting four hour marathon and the last two hours were a bit [read, a lot] of a blur, but hell, I'll give $400 to anybody who hasn?ft had a !@#$ing great time at karaoke. Particularly with 9 musically gifted singers in the same booth...