Life's a cabaret

One of those extremely random London nights last night, which has woken me from my apathy and drawn me to the computer to blog about it. Judith and I went to the cabaret.

Now I should preface this by saying that Judith checked it all out on Time Out London, and heard about this place which was having an open mike night last night. So, being curious people and liking a laugh as much as the next group, off we went.

The first thing is that the bar was TINY. I later discovered it used to be an underground men's toilet that had been converted (incidentally, it's the men's toilet where Oscar Wilde was arrested for being gay) and it was definitely around the right size. TINY. There was a little bar up one end and a tiny stage area up the other, so Judith and I took seats on stools shaped like lips, were given some complimentary popcorn, and settled in to enjoy the show.

The show was being presented by an extremely camp gentleman named Champagne Charlie, who was wearing a monocle and a smoking cap, and kept yelling out "Champagne!". Brilliant. All the singers were excellent, some singing jazz classics and some singing songs they made up themselves. All very nice. It was about half way through that we realised everyone in the room was gay, which was about the same point we realised everyone in the room thought WE were gay. But we kept smiling.... and then.... we had a song dedicated to us by one of the singers! We didn't know him, he didn't know us, but he got up and dedicated the song to "all the lesbian cowgirls in the room". Since there were fifteen people squeezed into the tiny room, and I was wearing a checked shirt and Judith was wearing cow boy boots, we assume this was a reference to us. We kept smiling, and congratulated him after the show. Actually, everyone there was insanely nice. They all seemed to know one another, but they still came up and chatted to us, which was lovely. Someone even sang Goldfinger.

The best part of the night though, easily, was the toilets. They had clear doors that frosted over when you locked them. Crazy!

Then, on our way out, the only straight man in the room decided to try his luck. Hilariously, he told me I sounded very posh and asked me if I dined with the queen. "One must occasionally condescend to call upon her" I told him, before heading off the the bus stop. All in all, an excellent night out. The cellardoor friends, I recommend it.

Well, in other news, I haven't blogged in ages. Sorry! Not much to report: moot practice is going ok (hard though) I am not getting enough hours at work (its making me lazy to have all this free time) and I am missing my mum a lot. Yes, it's sad to admit that on the internet but there you go.... I'm a maverick.