Saturday, January 31st, 2009
We all gathered on Friday night for the OPL’s 30th birthday at Mau Mau Bar on Portobello Road, a proud relic of old school west London before it became all posh, like. It’s a nice place, with a little stage to climb up on, it’s edgy, it’s real. It’s so real you can only pay in cash! This is an excellent policy for a bar to take I think.
There was lots of mingling, lots of cake, Jay danced up on the cool raised stage area, Mary got up on a table on the cool raised stage area and gave a birthday speech, looking resplendant in her Whitney Houston chain mail corset outfit, Kevin wore a cool French hat, Alix flew over from Barcelona to join in with the festivities, and we all piled back to Mary and Hugo’s place afterwards to dance around their living room!
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Saturday, November 8th, 2008
Off to Loman Road last night for another classic party. All kinds of people were in attendance, including a highly fancy dressed young group from the Serpentine Gallery. There was some marvellous mulled wine and various Moscow Mule style cocktails. I talked about Obama to anyone who would listen.
Later on, Michal, Kevin and DP all converged on the party, the combination naturally sparking off copious drug taking in their vicinity. I got a nice bump of K and had a good session of wonky dancing with Michal.
What a splendid drug K is. I was thinking the other day about the best songs for dancing on K. Its dissociative anaesthetic properties suggest vocoders to me.
Number one song is probably Digital Love by Daft Punk, the essence of pulling in the bright lights and darkness of the eternal nightclub, with talkbox vocals!
Number two is Slow by Kylie, because … well, it’s slow. Skip a beat and whoah, my foreground has just completely disconnected from the background!
Number three is We Are The Robots by Kraftwerk. We’re functioning automatic, and we are dancing mechanic! We are the robots!
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Saturday, September 13th, 2008
We all piled into Geli’s grandfather’s lovely house and gardens yesterday for Josh and Geli’s nuptials. It was glorious! Lots of lovely booze and food, lots of parents and grandparents to chat to.
Kal made a classic best man’s speech, with various famous tales of Old Man Horn, or Old Man Husband as Andy dubbed him late last night. Josh made a very charming speech too.
Josh found a great Cuban band for the dancing, which we tried to do all Latino style and sexy like, and the Essex boys also came on for a session. Abbie and I got a bit carried away during Roadhouse Blues and after pogoing around, we both crashed into the stage, knocking over music stands and getting in the way of Jamie D and Josh who carried on performing like the professionals they are!
Later on there was swinging on a rope swing across the brook in the garden. Jamie S lost a shoe in there, a noble if less horrendously dangerous follow up to the River Tay incident at Mary’s wedding. He searched downstream for the shoe, couldn’t find it anywhere, so decided in the end to drop the other shoe in and see if it drifted to the same place as its partner, to lead him to it. It whizzed off downstream into the night and he never saw either shoe again. Ah well!
Later on, we all headed back to Kal and Jim’s place, listened to the Beatles, me and Jamie had a gaffer tape battle with Steve, and then we wrapped Andy up in gaffer tape for the rest of the night. Why not?
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Sunday, April 27th, 2008
Kate was 30 on Friday. We all piled into the understated sometimes forgotten but excellent venue Lark in the Park, for fun and drinking. The place was packed to the rafters with her vast extended networks of friends, including representatives from Beirut, Paris and Barcelona. I had never seen them all in one place at once. It was much like stumbling upon Shanghai for the first time.
We drank and mingled, got Kate up on the table to make a speech, and then large numbers of us headed on to Bunning Way, pausing only for a mass stop in a Cally Road kebab shop.
At the Way, the revelry went on all night, fuelled by alcohol, spliffs, strong opinions and the occasional dash of MDMA. In the end, Kevin, Alex and I were left standing. Steve rejoined us, having had a nap, and we wandered out into the sunny Saturday morning to my flat for tea and breakfast, before the final well earned collapse!
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Sunday, April 20th, 2008
To Woking for multiple birthdays last night! Ros’s birthday at their pet filled home, and Delia’s 30th at their house nearby. We flitted between the two in our implausible 1980s outfits, enjoying ourselves immensely.
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Monday, March 17th, 2008
The Gay Nation was out in force on Sunday for the last ever Trade, before Turnmills is demolished in May. We got up around 6am, had two cups of tea, got started on the champagne, and then took at taxi at 7.15am to Turnmills.
Everyone was there, all shapes and sizes and ages, from the dawn of trade to the joyful dusk, wolfing down drugs like no tomorrow. I took a rather splendid MDMA capsule, a fabulous giddy experience which reminded me of when pills used to actually make you properly come up, consumed by euphoria and all-encompassing love for humanity! I’ll be getting some more of those.
We bopped about all morning, and by early afternoon people started to leave. I love getting a good night’s sleep and then setting off clubbing in the morning. It makes total sense. You’re still feeling quite chirpy when you leave, tiredness isn’t a problem, and it doesn’t completely screw up your body clock.
I stayed till around 4pm, then picked my way over the writhing bodies of twinks and bears, lost in various K worlds of their own, to make my way home. At Kentish Town, the station was flooded with the drunken Australian denizens of The Church, who gather every Sunday afternoon from noon to 3.30pm to get utterly pissed. Had I brought representatives of the Gay Nation with me, I could have taken them on, backed up by a troop of shaven headed clone leather warriors, but I was sorely outnumbered, so I put up my hood and slunk back to the flat.
Matt and I had a few hours in bed, then headed over to Phil’s for a Trade after party for spliffs, cava and tequila slammers. Alex, Phil and Jordan had formed a Special K sect, where as soon as they regained the ability to speak, they’d take some more. It was all rather amusing.
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Saturday, January 26th, 2008
A classic all nighter for Abbie’s leaving for Lebanon do … we will miss her. The original party dynamo is departing our shores, and things just won’t be the same!
Hopefully she’ll get a webcam in Lebanon and we can dance around our rooms waving at her in a Web 2.0 kind of way.
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Sunday, November 25th, 2007
Over at Lowman Road last night for a house party special, with White Russians, mulled wine, the odd splash of cava, various drugs and the triumphant return home of Toby the Tiger! Anyone who was anyone was there. Lots of random chatting, a groovy dance to American Pie in the kitchen, the constant promise that somewhere across London DP was making his way towards us, that flow back and forth between the living room and the other two classic party gathering areas that can never be broken – the narrow brightly lit kitchen and a patch halfway up the stairs – I also met Alex’s new enamorata for the first time, and finally wandered off home around 6 in the morning, about an hour after DP arrived…
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Saturday, November 10th, 2007
Friday night saw us in a pub somewhere in the depths of Fulham for Ema’s birthday – marvellous fun, good to see Emka, and Paul and Kornelia for that matter. We ended up back in Michal’s flat snorting this and that and drinking cava, till Matt and I passed out on an inflatable mattress, people still chatting around us. I had one of those random extremely atrocious hangovers all day today.
I swear that I’ll NEVER drink again! At least for the next 24 hours anyway…
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Sunday, November 4th, 2007
Down in Camberwell for Dan’s thirtieth – glorious fun with sparklers too!
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