Ah, the ancient art of Karaoke, wooer of women, slayer of men- throw this little chestnut into a night out and watch the sparks fly.

This well worn tourist trap provides a perfectly serviceable place to get blind drunk and listen to commercial dance music and cheesy old favourites. It is a bit of a dive, but you won't care after the first few... and karaoke is sure to follow eventually, as night follows day.

Better start learning those Dusty Springfield lyrics…