Mark & Richard invited us both to go see a play with them in Islington called "F***ing Men" We were unsure as to what to expect. Was it said in a rage sort of way? Or was it meant more discriptve than that? Turned out to be a story following the way that 850 men's lives were intertwined and preety much about the 3 degrees of seperation. It was touching, funny and truly a superb show. Set in a tiny theatre at the back of a pub in Islington (The Kings Head) on upper street, the show runs till the end of February with doors at 1015PM. I would recommend it to anyone.
Such a late performance meant a late night for us Friday.
Saturday, a bit of a lie in and then the usual trip to Sainsburys.. Saturday evening was the return of Love Muscle at the Fridge. A former haunt of mine and as the place has been closed for about five years seemed appropriate to go and check it out. Marcus chops & Windmill were in town for the weekend and so we all arranged to go and even dragged Steve & Woody out to play.
Left the flat at 10 and thanks to the Victoria line closed for engeneering work had to take a bus from Stockwell to Brixton, had me wishing I had driven after all. Especially as the final stop of the bus disembarked into a group of several hundred goths. Do Goths & Gays mix? lol.
MAde our way up to the Fridge and stood in line for about 15 minutes. Bumping into Shaun & Mikey, Lee & Chris and Simon le Vans. All behind us in the line. You could tell allready that the atmosphere would be much like a school reunion.
I had forgotten exactly how tacky Love Muscle was. The music was truly awfull, loud & Cheesy and mixed terribly. But the atmosphere was fun and uplifting. It was just rammed and being worn out from a late Friday, by 230AM I was ready to come home and relax. Dusan was in good hands so I found him and asked to go and get my coat from the coat check. We had both put our things in his bag. Only neither of us had the ticket. I thought he took it, he thought I did. The place was packed with 1500 revellers and we had lost our tickets, containing my coat and keys. Thank heavenes the girl on the coat check was helpful and our description plus the fact our coat ticket had our initials meant she was able to find it for us. Phew. There was a 10 minute period where I thought we were stuck until the last person had left. Thank heavens the girl was helpfull.
Spent yesterday chilling. I felt bad leaving so early but all the 6AM starts start to take their toll. I know I have to get a certain level of sleep at the weekend or else I will suffer all week long. In these times of economic madness, you have to work even harder at work to prove your worth. 12 hour days are not uncommon.
It was great to see all the boys again, I just am sorry I couldnt stay out later. Will make it up to them with a nice home made dinner soon. Still was fun, but now back to the grind stone.
Finally, is it spring yet? Only this winter seems to have lasted for ever!
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