This term's EVENT was a fantastic opportunity to visit the legendary Soho club night Blow Up! Frequented by the Ds, this night at the WAG, (ace name, don't you think?) was eagerly anticipated (by me anyway), and was bound to be groovy. My first run in with the legend that is Blow Up came with my best ever Blur gig at Mile End Stadium. With the help of John Shuttleworth the Blow Up! DJs managed to keep the crowd happy in the rain. They managed to pacify one VERY angry crowd – angered in particular by the foolish shenanigans of Sparks (not very quality '80s dodginess). Anyway… back in '95 that Mile End set was mighty impressive. Particularly with the wise inclusion of The Bluetones masterpiece Slight Return. Anyway, enough of the Blur nostalgia and more about that groovesome night. A few members of the party came as friends of the society from as far away as Cardiff (oooh!) and London town (aaah!) and for all it was worth every penny and most enjoyable. Like an old friend, London welcomed our Courtney coach with a fine display of fireworks. Quality entertainment from the start.
On arrival, we descended upon the Moon Under Water. Promises of giant Chewits on the walls weren't kept, but the night was still young. The cleverly disguised alcohol carriers were abandoned on the coach (…empty), and the socialising began… No music as yet ? this was Wetherspoons, but that left room for some serious chat, drink and flirting. On the reunion outside the rest-stop, the group proceeded to the Wag… Well, most of us did, except me & co. who managed to lose ourselves drunk on a Saturday night in Soho. With the help of a few kind strangers and a few circular wanderings we managed to stumble into the Wag by eleven o'clock. The cosy tunnel-like twisting stairs led us to the psychedelic disco lights and funky projected Sixties icons on the walls of the club.
Impressed by the cheapness of the cloakroom, we dropped our handbags (only joking) and hit the dance floor. Four solid hours of boogying to the sounds of a generation or two (our parents' and our own), went by like a flash… before we knew it, we hit McDonalds near the pick-up point before we hit the coach home. Exhausted at our collective grooviness, many took advantage of the luxury coach ride back for a quick kip or a quick trip to the supersonic loo… 'nuff said! DT