Dr. Love would like to announce his semi-retirement from the karaoke scene. He'll be hanging around Hotel Beverly Hills performing karaoke on special occasions or by announcement. Come along and say g'day to Dr. Love (aka Dr. Derek Randy - author of the upcoming memoir "Dr. Love").
 
 

Short interview with Dr. Love (No. 1):

Journo: where to now, Dr. Love?
 
D.L.: I have just said goodbye to Hotel Beverly Hills last night.
 
 
Journo: on the anniversary of the inferno.
 
D.L.: I didn't know that. Thanks for reminding me.
 
 
Journo: are you retiring from the scene?
 
D.L.: not at all. HBH has been a good training and testing ground for the Dr. Love concept. I will now begin a new journey, getting a band together and see what the world outside the Chamber can offer?
 
 
Journo: would you ever made a come back to the Chamber?
 
D.L.: only if it's in the arms of someone special?
 
 
Journo: who may that be?
 
D.L.: that's anyone's guess
 
 
Journo: how long are you prepared to wait?
 
D.L.: for the next 20 years at least.
 
 
Journo: by then you would have had your 3rd heart attack?
 
D.L.: I know, it's sounds frightening.
 
 
Journo: are you going to turn left and walk along Santa Monica Boulevard at night on the hour for the next 20 years waiting for the someone special or her friends to turn up?
 
D.L.: put it this way, I think this lass needs to go through a few relationships first before she understands why Dr. Love will give her the best of love. I am prepared to wait till she is in her 30's and 40's before we get to embrace each other?
 
 
Journo: what are you going to do in the meantime?
 
D.L.: Dr. Love will probably go through a few relationships himself. He is only human.
 
 
Journo: but "she offers me protection ..."
 
D.L.: don't forget she only likes to hear Dr. Love's rendition of that song.
 
 
Journo: is there a karaoke bar around?
 
D.L.: not near the Martian Hotel. What are you grabbing?
 
 
Journo: a jug of Miller Lite
 
D.L.: can you grab me a jug of Miller Lite while you are there.
 
 
Journo: why don't you get your own?
 
D.L.: I can't. You see the Miller Lite tap is on other bar bench around the corner and I can't go there.
 
 
Journo: why don't you wait for your ex-Chamber mate to bring it over to you?
 
D.L.: I can't wait for a mid-night special, it's not even 10 o'clock yet.
 
 
Journo: didn't you just promise me that you would hang around this joint for the next 20 years?
 
D.L.: I know. Hang on, I got a text message.
 
 
Journo: what does it say?
 
D.L.: "Dear D.L.: Sony Music would like to invite you to Las Vegas for a record deal. Flights, roses and love included. Please call by mid-night. S.A."
 
 
Journo: don't believe every thing you read!
 
D.L.: I know, I've learnt my lesson the hard way. But then again may be I should answer it. Do you recognise the number?
 
 
Journo: I don't, but it could come from someone special.
 
D.L.: "Heeello ... ...". Mate, call an ambo, I've got chest pain.
 
 
Journo: is there a doctor in the house?
 
The blonde barkeeper: but we've got a defibrillator.
 
A bystander: is the doctor still breathing. Do you think he can defibrillate himself?
 
 
Journo: Dr. Love will do anything for love.
 
The blonde barkeeper: let me perform Mouth-to-Mouth resuscitation.
 
D.L. (eyes closed, quitely speaking to himself): oh my god, should have tried this prank a long time ago and saved my liver.
 
 
Siren arrives, ambo chief: it's Dr. Love, didn't we see you in Beverly Hills last night?
 
D.L.: let's keep a low profile, just take me back to the Chamber.
 
 
Ambo offsider: no worry, that's what friends are for.
 
 
Siren departs, in the distance and fading: Crooning "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi. I love Sundae at Hotel Beverly Hills. Are you guys going to have one?