Karaoke happened. In the event, I neither shone nor basked in reflected glory. It was a very dark room.  Which was probably a good thing.

In summary: power ballad / Disney / rap fusion. Inflatable guitars. Much laughter. Much alcohol. Much regret at never having taken singing lessons. Tempered slightly by the sad realisation that even with lessons, singing will never be my forté.  Much admiration, however, for the colleague for whom the rap genre clearly does represent a real strength.

Two main learning points: firstly, I am constantly torn between the desire to be good at things, and the desire never to do anything I’m not very good at. I’m not very good at many things, because (obviously) I spend all my time doing the few things I am good at, over and over again. Being comfortable with revealing to myself, and possibly even other people, how rubbish I am at something – sometimes with the aim of getting better at it, but sometimes just with the aim of enjoying it despite my lack of skills – well, that can go on the personal development list for some point in the future. Right now I’m too busy doing the one or two things I’m already good at. And then doing them again.

Oh, and secondly, we really need to find an opportunity to work rap into a Board presentation at work.