As we walked in it was just as I had imagined it would be. As it was early, by Shanghai standards, many people had yet to arrive and the place had only been hired for a short while due to the extortionate hourly rate. We were greeted by the birthday girl who it was a pleasure to see but after that it was the round of introductions to people who's names, due to the pumping Akon tune, sounded like nothing more then a muffled "mmmMMmpppff". I was then given the option of how much money to shell out for my experience, kind of like what happens after you've had the condescending monologue from a chirpy Amnesty International bibbed uni graduate on Oxford Street. I proceeded to donate a hefty sum that seemed to be the standard and then went to track down a drink. At this point I realized there was an option of whiskey and green tea blend or errrmmmm well thats it sorry mate. OK so now I sit down with the one person I know there and we proceed to take in the atmosphere which is a mix of shattered expectations and pure awkwardness. Having made a few song selections on the wall mounted (I must admit rather high-tech) computer I sat back down on the sofa with my drink, which I had stuffed full of ice in attempt dampen the bitter enrobing. It was then I was forced to watch some shoddy music videos shot in the early 90s that had no relevance to the song playing at all. I recall one of them was a woman with the most matted perm I have ever seen leaping over logs on a beach and stroking a tree trunk with a leaf she had ripped so indelicately from one of its branches. I couldn't take anymore, and as soon as the time was right, my friend and I scattered.
You always hear people tell you not to knock things until you try them, so if all I get out of tonight is the ability to tell people how rubbish KTV is with a slightly more authoritative voice then it was worth it. All I can say is hopefully I don't have to pay so much next time I'd like to be able to gain argumentative credibility.


