Bugger me I’ve only gone and made it to 42! The answer to the meaning of life and everything!
I won’t lie, there have been a few times I didn’t think I would make it this far, and, more times than not lately, when I have felt and acted twice that age. However, for a few hours on Saturday (once I had stopped myself nodding off in front of the ‘Strictly’ final and made an effort to Shirley myself up) I was 22 years younger again. At an Old Skool rave night at the scene of the one I attended on my 20th birthday back when Old Skool was well, erm, not old I guess.
There were many faces there who were also there last time. There were of course, just as many who were not! This time around it was slightly more sophisticated. There were less glowsticks and luminous fishing lures in evidence and not as many bobble hats. The hotpant, however, appeared to still be doing the rounds. By ’rounds’ I mean, literally. Some bottoms are a lot rounder than they once were and the hotpant is not a friend to everybody! Not at this age anyway!
Would it also be mean and unfestive to disapprove of anyone younger than 36 attending an Old Skool reunion event? I can’t say I was entirely comfortable watching the dance-round-your-bag brigade, 20 years younger than me making moves to the likes of Asha, ‘JJ Tribute’ or Wink’s ‘Higher State of Consciousness’.
There were a couple of recreational pharmaceutical casualties but we managed to avoid making any eye contact with the gurner posse. Could not help but laugh at the botox babes who couldn’t have gurned even if they wanted to. They looked as though they were having a hard time articulating their drink order at the bar to be honest!
Also enjoyed the shriekers. “Arggghhhhh I haven’t seen you in ages babe” etc etc… like every time they saw a.. n.. y.. b.. o.. d.. y……
OMG! Calm down love!
My favourite part of the evening had to be seeing what appeared to be the last remnants of a taxi rank workers Christmas party storming out of the venue in cracker party hats shouting: “Don’t go in there it’s fucking wank. Wank Wank, Wank I tell you!” Such a glowing review only made me want to go and investigate further. To be fair, I wouldn’t have gone as far as ‘wank’, but it was little on the dire side initially. Once the over 40s club had livened up and loosened up and the Sanatogen had kicked in though, it started to fill up and bounce a little more.
All in all, I was glad I hadn’t fallen asleep in front of ‘Strictly’. There were faces I was happy to see, some that I missed and some I’d rather not have ever seen again, but I had a good time. I stayed out until 0130 and could have stayed longer if my partner in crime had wanted to.
I had a lot of laughs and more importantly, me and Miss Sunshine looked great.
Now I am going to undo all the good work I’ve done over the past couple of months and enjoy some drinks and sweet-based treats and enjoy the rest of Christmas and I hope you all do too.
Ciao for now peeps Xxx