A couple of weeks ago I recounted a tale in which my cat accidentally autoplayed a file of me angry singing while I was at work, to the horror and bemusement of my parents. This is not the file of angry singing, because, honestly I sounded like an angry chipmunk.
But here I am, singing. I have a sore throat because of a term's worth of teaching, and I'm also clearly nervous as fuck. Anyway;
My cover of an Australian 90s pop hit.
I'm actually a better singer than this, in terms of holding notes and having power and whatnot, but I am out of practice, and as I said; sore throat.