KTV.
It’s written everywhere you go in the city. KTV HOUSE. KTV FUN. No1 KTV!
I just assumed it was a Tv channel or something. No. I was very very wrong.
Today I discovered the true horrific nature of KTV and how it has brainwashed millions across the country. It stands for Karaoke TV. And its HUGE over here. We were invited by some of my dad’s friends to go.
You walk in to what might as well be a 5 star hotel reception with nice lights and fountains and fancy decorations on the walls and waistcoated butler people who then take you down a hall with many, many doors. Honestly, you guys ever see that movie Brazil? Where he’s walking in the office block and can’t find his own door because they all look the same and there are like a million. Same thing here. I thought I was walking into one of those secret underground 1960s crack dens and they were going to show me to my pipe and hooker. So inside there are cozy little rooms with nice sofas around a table and a huge plasma tv with high tech wireless controls to choose your songs etc… I can understand why its popular to some degree because the rooms are just plain cool and when we got into ours they still hadn’t cleared the stuff away and there were loads of empty beer bottles and cigarette butts you could tell the previous people had had fun. It seems like a more luxurious alternative to the pub. But the singing…sigh… Every song you wish you never had to hear again was on these playlists from NUMA NUMA YAY! to YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!
