Gin Floozy
it's funny when you've been riding a bit of a party train for a while (one week n counting now on the white wine express) how the edges of life soon become rather fuzzy...hence the fractured postings, otherwise I'd never remember what I've been up to.
even thursday afternoons rehearsal turned into a bit of a Honky Tonk knees-up round the old joanna and ended up with late night ramblings with the lovely Nik and Emily over Rioja at La Galicia and later still, drunken motorbike rides along the river...
had very bizarre day down the market yesterday. wore my new black and gold star frock I bought at the knock-off market in China. I always considered it rather a nice dress but for some bizarre reason it seemed to have a completely extreme effect on people - I kept getting stopped in the street by people exclaiming: "Great dress!!!...Fierce frock!!!...Oh my God where did you get it...Argh!" even the ice-cool shop assistants in designer vintage Mecca One Of A Kind who normally studiously ignore anyone who isn't an A List celeb, all fell on me as I strolled in the door, going into ecstasies over this really rather normal dress and proceeded to play Barbies with me for the next hour, pulling out designer couture frocks from their Alladins Cave of treasures and making me parade around the shop in them. weird shit. it was all entirely delightful but genuinely baffling. even the Rude Boys had something to say: "That's a niiiiice dress gal!" and I wasn't even wearing shoes at that point. bouyed up by the dress-worship I proceeded to spend my last pennies in the world on gratuitous and unnecessary leather wear, spent a few hours gossiping with the stall holders and bumping into people, before heading to the Porchester for some girl-time with Mouse before heading to the 20th Century Theatre for soundcheck with Aceface and a lovely grand piano.
on arrival I foolishly began to drink on an empty stomach and was delighted to discover that the bar for the night was being run by Emma, Coco, Evi and the rest of the New Cross girls all looking amazing dressed in Prangstas finest finery! the rest of Gus's Speakeasy night was a marvelous affair from start to finish. the theatre is ridiculously beautiful anyway but Gus had done a fine job of turning it into a Prohibition-era den of iniquity. the acts were all wonderful (Kitty Bang Bang doing Fat Sam's Grand Slam was my personal favorite) and loads of people came, including my ma and pa (!) who had the dubious honour of seeing me stumble onto the stage, wearing a kimono, see-thru neglige and feather headress and proceeding to belt out some of the Blue-est Blues songs in my foul-mouthed repertoire, whilst swigging theatrically from a bottle of Gin (eek!). luckily they seemed to rather like it and left with a smile on their faces...
the rest of the evenin was a bit of a blur..there was some high-kicking flapper dancing, noise-making, after-hours jamming around the grand and rather a lot of cocktails. ended up at a party at an amazing recording studio in Holland Park with not one, not two, but three piano maestros all taking turns on the keys, while me and Mouse spun around on wheelie chairs and demanding 'Chopsticks'. me and Joe had a stupid row (Gin innit) and the sun rose before it was time to stagger to my Mum and Dads where Joe had a rendez-vous with my Pa at 9pm to go to a bike show out of town.
the evil devil inside me that woke up in my mums bed at 2pm this afternoon thinks that this is hilarious.
apparently there's one more party to go to tonight under the Westway and then I am in major detox mode next week...I like all this frolicking but it does leave me feeling a bit wonky...I like things on a more even keel these days and knowing it bit more where I'm at in the scheme of things, however I made a deal with myself to have a blow-out this week and that is what I have done.
now where did I leave those threads...?
laters x
even thursday afternoons rehearsal turned into a bit of a Honky Tonk knees-up round the old joanna and ended up with late night ramblings with the lovely Nik and Emily over Rioja at La Galicia and later still, drunken motorbike rides along the river...
had very bizarre day down the market yesterday. wore my new black and gold star frock I bought at the knock-off market in China. I always considered it rather a nice dress but for some bizarre reason it seemed to have a completely extreme effect on people - I kept getting stopped in the street by people exclaiming: "Great dress!!!...Fierce frock!!!...Oh my God where did you get it...Argh!" even the ice-cool shop assistants in designer vintage Mecca One Of A Kind who normally studiously ignore anyone who isn't an A List celeb, all fell on me as I strolled in the door, going into ecstasies over this really rather normal dress and proceeded to play Barbies with me for the next hour, pulling out designer couture frocks from their Alladins Cave of treasures and making me parade around the shop in them. weird shit. it was all entirely delightful but genuinely baffling. even the Rude Boys had something to say: "That's a niiiiice dress gal!" and I wasn't even wearing shoes at that point. bouyed up by the dress-worship I proceeded to spend my last pennies in the world on gratuitous and unnecessary leather wear, spent a few hours gossiping with the stall holders and bumping into people, before heading to the Porchester for some girl-time with Mouse before heading to the 20th Century Theatre for soundcheck with Aceface and a lovely grand piano.
on arrival I foolishly began to drink on an empty stomach and was delighted to discover that the bar for the night was being run by Emma, Coco, Evi and the rest of the New Cross girls all looking amazing dressed in Prangstas finest finery! the rest of Gus's Speakeasy night was a marvelous affair from start to finish. the theatre is ridiculously beautiful anyway but Gus had done a fine job of turning it into a Prohibition-era den of iniquity. the acts were all wonderful (Kitty Bang Bang doing Fat Sam's Grand Slam was my personal favorite) and loads of people came, including my ma and pa (!) who had the dubious honour of seeing me stumble onto the stage, wearing a kimono, see-thru neglige and feather headress and proceeding to belt out some of the Blue-est Blues songs in my foul-mouthed repertoire, whilst swigging theatrically from a bottle of Gin (eek!). luckily they seemed to rather like it and left with a smile on their faces...
the rest of the evenin was a bit of a blur..there was some high-kicking flapper dancing, noise-making, after-hours jamming around the grand and rather a lot of cocktails. ended up at a party at an amazing recording studio in Holland Park with not one, not two, but three piano maestros all taking turns on the keys, while me and Mouse spun around on wheelie chairs and demanding 'Chopsticks'. me and Joe had a stupid row (Gin innit) and the sun rose before it was time to stagger to my Mum and Dads where Joe had a rendez-vous with my Pa at 9pm to go to a bike show out of town.
the evil devil inside me that woke up in my mums bed at 2pm this afternoon thinks that this is hilarious.
apparently there's one more party to go to tonight under the Westway and then I am in major detox mode next week...I like all this frolicking but it does leave me feeling a bit wonky...I like things on a more even keel these days and knowing it bit more where I'm at in the scheme of things, however I made a deal with myself to have a blow-out this week and that is what I have done.
now where did I leave those threads...?
laters x