On Saturday I went clubbing. The usual stuff: dance floor positively exuding energy; place strewn with tired folk and water bottles; bodies reclining in the chill-out room; skinny women clad in shiny leggings....
Partied til 4:30, leaving when it was light.
The difference being it was 4:30 in the afternoon and PD and I were accompanying our little girl as she strutted her funky stuff with Baby Loves Disco at the Southbank Centre, and any illicit trading was in raisins.
To be honest the sight of all those 6 month to 6 years olds and bright flashing lights in the middle of the afternoon, gave us the fear. So, much so that no sooner had the directions to the bar left the lips of the lady at the door, we were there. I was in such a hurry I tried to escape through the locked glass door that lead to Canteen restaurant outside.
But it was, after all, the nearest I've come to a DJ in the last 18 months.
Having mainlined some cold pink wine, I was ready to enjoy the afternoon.
And I would say it was a BIG success:
As you can see one of Isobel's BFFs Elif was there, although she seemed as disparaging of Isobel's Dancing as PD is of mine (actually I think it may well be a raisin deal going down).
Little Sammy came out too, he's the son of one of my BFFs, Neil. Here's Sammy:
Isobel led him a merry dance on the stairs...
And here's Isobel chilling in the 'chill out room'. (I have told her that when she grows up it is unlikely that she will find a club with tunnels and books in the zone)
Be warned little miss Genevieve I'm getting my sewing machine out before the next visit - I think girls it will be rock tutus all round.
And the dance offs WILL be taken seriously.