Backtrack

Last update 1st August! Good grief how time fly's. Sooo, yesterday evening we get a call from the daughter, she is security at Lock 17 and it's Camden Crunch night, do we wanna go. Mmmm mild fetish night, why not. There I am thinking its just a few peeps in a corner. Nope, at its maximum its about 250 of us and only a paltry £2 to get in, not that we had to pay. What to wear, what to wear? Well after a cool day I think rubber? Oooo no too cold so I elect the leopardskin frock that just about, if it tries, to cover my difference and semi-sensible shoes. Madame of course dons her black and white Velda Lauder harlequin corset and a short skirt and very nice she looked too. We arrive and straight away see our son who is gobsmacked to see us and this of course causes great amusement to our daughter. Aaaanyway a rather nice evening. Of course it got rather warm, almost too hot for rubber, perhaps next time together with silly shoes.

Thursday was a photo shoot for Claire and Prong Jewellery which became an all dayer, quite exhausting.

Wednesday see Stephanie and I off to the Imperial War Museum in Lambeth. Bus down to Swiss Cottage station then the Jubilee to Waterloo. God help poor tourists, we come out of Waterloo station and I see a sign in the semi-distance pointing to the museum so off we trot. We get almost to the Elephant and Castle and I think nope I know its not down there, that's the way we go to the Magic Theatre and we don't pass the museum. I accost a guy outside a shop, mug of tea in hand. 'S'cuse me. He is taken aback. can you tell us the way to the IWM? This bucks him up, all we have to do is retrace our steps 20 yards and turn left.
We are early, well 5 mins early so sit in the sunshine and let the queue go in. Tea and a bun is first on the list. A good choice actually as it got very crowded later. Very interesting but their big failure is the lack of information on exhibits especially in the aitrium. They need to visit their other museum at Duxford. We take our leave and walk back to Waterloo, over the bridge and wind up at Pizza Express for lunch in Bow Street as I have a 25% off voucher then its a bus from Charing Cross to Oxford St and the bus home.



Last Saturday off I went in male mode, a little wander few pictures, oh dear did I pick the wrong day. Transport all to cock because of some cycling event :-(

Friday Such a busy day, quick shop at Tesco then makeup supplies at Boots Brent Cross where we can't get the daughters hair stuff sooooo its off to Westfield Stratford where we draw a blank and into Straford Centre where we strike lucky. Back to Westfield and its a bargain frock in Forever 21, late lunch in John Lewis, then get new frock material and home followed by pattern cutting.

Good, bad and indifferent

Madame and I went out last night, a comedy club in Camden. It was well, mmmm, good, bad and indifferent. Ask me who they acts were, dunno, some bloke off the telly who was good, Curtis Walker and the one before him was good but the last one oh dear. I 'spose if you found his type of humour funny then he was good but far, far too 'blokey' for my taste. From Newcastle and fitted the stereotype perfectly. Although one joke was funny because it was sooo true.
He comes to London and gets on the tube and on gets a transvestite dwarf. The gist of the joke is that he is the only one that looks at the dwarf and finds it strange, everyone else winds up looking at him staring at the t-girl dwarf. Yes we have, we have all seen it before, it is not entertaining but you and your attitudes my son are.
So what is about 'mainstream' venues that is so dire? Well to me that is. It is blokeyness, the need to get 'clever' to impress the girls and of course the pissheads. Of course this is not restricted to the blokes. Oh dear me no. As my daughter, who is one of the security at the venue says, the worst of all are the 'hen nights', in her words why are they sooo objectionable and they are, to a one.
We exit the club and wander down to Camden Town Station. It is an uneventful stroll and in the main everyone is ok but to see a guy being carried by his mates as he is so out of his head is sad. Its only just gone 10 and he has, to put it in the vernacular, stuffed his mates night out as they now have to take care of him. Perhaps they dumped him in a corner later, well if they had any sense they would.
But the legs, oh the legs, all those wonderfully short frocks totally delicious, tottering along in fabulously silly shoes, definitely my highlight of the evening.
Well we are off out again today. Its the London Alternative Market, meeting up with Penny and Natacha so that's a wonderfuly short frock for me and fabulously silly shoes.