I adored La Clique.
OK, not being a regular at Edinburgh I realise this makes me a ‘Johnny-come-lately’ but what the heck, I know for a fact that the best that the Edinburgh Festival can produce is aiming for the streets of London. Edinburgh is a means to an end, not a goal, and the sooner it realises this, the better! Anyhow, back to La Clique and the triumphant arrival at The Hippodrome in Leicester Square. La Clique – a form of circus side-show – revel in what I am now calling Dark Ent. (as opposed to Light Ent.) – they are the old ‘spesh’ acts from the variety shows given a sexy revamp – tight bodies, rippling muscles, pierced tongue-in-cheek comedy and a headline venue. It appears this may be the last show at the old Hippodrome as the venue has now been granted its casino licence. Well, let that be an incentive to catch what may be the last show at the old Talk of the Town.
Joining me on this wild and wonderful evening were my dear friends from Belfast David and Vincent - or, as it appears I may have refered to them on the night Deevard nnnn Viinnnnsint. I cannot believe how drunk I got! Apparently, I sailed into the Retro Bar after the show; demanded champagne and eventually fell off my stool in front of a - I am sure - bored and embarrassed Lloyd.
Mmmm, classy! I swear somebody spiked my drink.
Anyway, I have decided to take the boys up on their offer of therapy for my drink problem by joining them in Belfast for Halloween. What fun!
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