This is my final story.....
Saturday night, just finished work, 10.45pm. Lily and I pop downstairs to Shuttleworths to have a quick drink before Emma comes to meet me for our night on the town. Lily and I have a chat and some vodka until Emma rolls up. As soon as she turns up she spots Kieran who worked with us at Stratford East, so I pop over to say hi (haven't seen Kieran for almost 2 years!). All is good with her, and after a brief chat I take a quick trip to the loos before saying my goodbyes, and on my way there I bump into my wardrobe supervisor from my old job. We say hi and chat, she seems a bit put out about my new job as deputy. I politely rub it in her face that I rock and I'm going to be earning a fortune (comparatively of course) HAHA!
Finally Emma and I (minus Lily who has gone to a prior engagement) tumble out onto the street in search of some rough bars with rougher men! We head to Garlic & Shots, a funny little place which stinks of garlic (strangely enough!) where we drink too much vodka and laugh at middle aged men with long hair and leather trousers! Then on to a few more questionable establishments before deciding it was time to find the real action!
For a while we wander around Soho unsure of where the action is, lots of people seem to be heading places, but nowhere seems particularly busy, so we wander around some more, meet some strange Spanish men and smoke with them until we decide to head to The Hideout to seek out some more fun & games.
On our way to The Hideout, we pass Ronnie Scott's. It's recently been refurbished, but neither of us have ever had the pleasure of checking out the interior as the entry price is always ridiculous! So, we gaze longingly at the poster outside which smugly informs us that Steve Tyrell and his band are playing tonight, and quietly salivate whilst agreeing that we're far too skint to even contemplate paying the 58 entry fee and stepping inside, when all of a sudden a rather mysterious young man appears and asks us if we're going in. We inform him of our quandary and he says, "well, why don't you come in anyway.". We're confused. "Don't we have to pay?" we ask sweetly. Without another word the mystery man proceeds to whisk us past the door staff in a flurry of "they're with me" style comments, and before we know what's happening we're snuggled up at a very comfy table within feet of the stage, sipping cocktails and grooving away to some kick ass jazz!
Just when we thought our night couldn't get much more bizarre, we spot David Gest, Patrick Swayze and Claire Sweeney hobnobbing at a table close to ours. We then proceed to drunkenly comment on how much Claire is blatantly giving Patrick the come-on, and how weird David Gest's face is! The jazz continues until the early hours, so we stay, "quaffing" our cocktails, until the lights are turned up and we realise we really should go home before dawn!
The mystery man turns out to be the Artistic Director of Ronnie Scott's (who's also a mean saxophonist!), and as we leave we thank him profusely in our drunken states, and he informs us that any time we want to come back, we're to ask for him and we can come in for free! We're pretty sure he's taken a shine to one of us, but can't work out who, so we say our goodbyes and hop on the night bus home. I fell into bed at about 6am, and awoke 6 hours later wondering if it had all really happened! (But it definitely did, Emma has the pictures to prove it! Hurrah!)
All in all, a damn good saturday night!
x x x x
Saturday night, just finished work, 10.45pm. Lily and I pop downstairs to Shuttleworths to have a quick drink before Emma comes to meet me for our night on the town. Lily and I have a chat and some vodka until Emma rolls up. As soon as she turns up she spots Kieran who worked with us at Stratford East, so I pop over to say hi (haven't seen Kieran for almost 2 years!). All is good with her, and after a brief chat I take a quick trip to the loos before saying my goodbyes, and on my way there I bump into my wardrobe supervisor from my old job. We say hi and chat, she seems a bit put out about my new job as deputy. I politely rub it in her face that I rock and I'm going to be earning a fortune (comparatively of course) HAHA!
Finally Emma and I (minus Lily who has gone to a prior engagement) tumble out onto the street in search of some rough bars with rougher men! We head to Garlic & Shots, a funny little place which stinks of garlic (strangely enough!) where we drink too much vodka and laugh at middle aged men with long hair and leather trousers! Then on to a few more questionable establishments before deciding it was time to find the real action!
For a while we wander around Soho unsure of where the action is, lots of people seem to be heading places, but nowhere seems particularly busy, so we wander around some more, meet some strange Spanish men and smoke with them until we decide to head to The Hideout to seek out some more fun & games.
On our way to The Hideout, we pass Ronnie Scott's. It's recently been refurbished, but neither of us have ever had the pleasure of checking out the interior as the entry price is always ridiculous! So, we gaze longingly at the poster outside which smugly informs us that Steve Tyrell and his band are playing tonight, and quietly salivate whilst agreeing that we're far too skint to even contemplate paying the 58 entry fee and stepping inside, when all of a sudden a rather mysterious young man appears and asks us if we're going in. We inform him of our quandary and he says, "well, why don't you come in anyway.". We're confused. "Don't we have to pay?" we ask sweetly. Without another word the mystery man proceeds to whisk us past the door staff in a flurry of "they're with me" style comments, and before we know what's happening we're snuggled up at a very comfy table within feet of the stage, sipping cocktails and grooving away to some kick ass jazz!
Just when we thought our night couldn't get much more bizarre, we spot David Gest, Patrick Swayze and Claire Sweeney hobnobbing at a table close to ours. We then proceed to drunkenly comment on how much Claire is blatantly giving Patrick the come-on, and how weird David Gest's face is! The jazz continues until the early hours, so we stay, "quaffing" our cocktails, until the lights are turned up and we realise we really should go home before dawn!
The mystery man turns out to be the Artistic Director of Ronnie Scott's (who's also a mean saxophonist!), and as we leave we thank him profusely in our drunken states, and he informs us that any time we want to come back, we're to ask for him and we can come in for free! We're pretty sure he's taken a shine to one of us, but can't work out who, so we say our goodbyes and hop on the night bus home. I fell into bed at about 6am, and awoke 6 hours later wondering if it had all really happened! (But it definitely did, Emma has the pictures to prove it! Hurrah!)
All in all, a damn good saturday night!
x x x x