Someday, When My Life Has Passed Me By

Just came back from the first day of Singfest and a night out at St James, then supper at the ridiculously overpriced Station Kitchen. How about that, ladies and gentlemen? I've gone from not having stepped inside a club for at least 2 years to going 3 times in a week. And I must admit that it's incredibly enjoyable and addictive. I'd like to keep going to Poptart, at least.

Singfest was actually not bad. I was initially in a blue funk and reluctant to go, but Sharon and her lovely friend Wei Ling persuaded me to go (using good old Singaporean common sense "Since you're already here, might as well go, mah..") and I ended up having an unbelievable time. Cyndi Lauper is an amazing, energetic woman who roilly does talks loike dis, ya kno? Shaggy was predictably corny, but very fun to dance along to. He was even invited to join Cyndi on stage for a duet of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun', the rasta version.

The Stranglers weren't as well known in Singapore and the poor guys were largely ignored except by an overenthusiastic bunch of balding ang mohs in the front row. Still, I recognised their theme song for Keith Floyd's show as well as the Snatch hit 'Golden Brown' and 'Always The Sun'.

For me, the best band of the night were Sugar Ray, who were warm, energetic and genuinely friendly - they even gave out their hotel room number to the crowd, man. They played all the crowd favourites even though I was wistful that they had left 'RPM' off their repertoire. The Pet Shop Boys were also a lot of fun, although they played mostly new material and didn't play my favourite songs. The only classics I recognised were 'West End Girls', 'Go West', 'Se A Vida Ae' and 'Opportunities.' Other than that, they played mostly new songs off 'Minimal'. The choreography was really good though, as well as the set design, and one of the dancers was the spitting image of a taller Elijah Wood.

Hope the rest of you enjoy the second day of Singfest, let me know how it went and whether you guys were elbowed or mauled by more drunk ang mohs.