Kuriositas: Pub

Social Singing in New Cross: Find Your Voice (and Your Community)

If you’ve ever longed to sing in good company - without the pressure of auditions or polished performances - Social Singing at The New Cross House (London, SE14) could be your perfect fit. Happening on Tuesdays from sunset until 11 PM, this open‑singalong event invites singers of all abilities to gather, harmonise, and explore vocal improv in a warm, social setting.

What truly sets this experience apart is how effortlessly it bridges music and connection. Lyrics are projected on a big screen, so you can focus on your voice, not fumbling with words. Whether backed by live instruments or backing tracks, the music is there to support you - not overshadow you. And there’s no pressure to go solo: the emphasis is on group singing and shared fun.

Expect a joyful playlist - pop, folk, holiday tunes, musicals, or decade‑specific favourites - all easy to follow and fun to harmonise with. Perhaps you’ll join in with simple thirds or fifths, experiment with call‑and‑response, or even layer voices in unexpected ways. The playful spirit of vocal improv lets you try scat singing, counterpoint, or ambient drones - no prior training required.

If you'd like to take a little spotlight, apply for a featured performance spot via the website - that way you can share your unique style.

Beyond music, it's truly a social gathering - a chance to meet new people, catch up with friends, or simply relax and feel uplifted. The venue - a charming, open‑plan Victorian pub - complements the vibe beautifully, blending elegance with approachability.

Whether you're a seasoned vocalist, a shy hobby‑singer, or simply looking for a lively, musical evening, Social Singing is a space to raise your voice, share a laugh, and perhaps discover musical creativity you didn’t know you had.

Drunk Squirrel Goes Nuts, Wrecks Pub: Exclusive Pictures of the Culprit

Down in sleepy Worcestershire (England) a squirrel managed to create several hundreds of pounds worth of damage when it managed to get in to the Honeybourne Railway Club after hours – after getting more than a little tipsy on the alcohol behind the bar. Typically the internet has gone in to meltdown over this bewhiskered brute, this bushy blackguard – or in more vernacular English, this rat-arsed rodent.

What the fook you looking at? Hic.

However, we at Kuriositas have managed to track down the furry felon and thanks to our friends at id-iom, snap a picture (top) of the unrepentant vandal, the lanate libertine that he so undoubtedly is. The squirrel community, of course, is up in arms, washing its hands of the piliferous pillager. Yet Aloysius (for that, reader, is his name) can’t see what all the fuss is about. “I can’t see what all the fuss is about,” he admitted to our reporter. “The world’s gone bananas if a squirrel can’t have a bit of fun. See what I did there? Now pass us the extra strong lager, will you, love?”

...and with that he was off. Kinda.