I Heart KTV
by Sam Gaskin
Four out of five people become total dicks when they enter a KTV room. They queue up long lists of songs that no one else knows and sing in languages that no one else can understand. They skip over their best friends’ tracks and hide microphones in their handbags. Later, drinks are thrown, punches are caught, and less resilient friendships are dropped.
As loathsome as it is, when the people you’re with are wasted, it’s inevitable that someone will get all worked up about singing played out songs that are themselves drunk on reverb. Once the idea has been seeded, you have no choice but to run with it to avoid the Inception army of angry coercions to join.
