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Mar. 9th, 2015 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThe sun is slowly starting to shine a bit more, and the temperature is rising. Except, strangely, in my icebox of a frequently-broken-boiler office, but that's a side note.
I spent Friday night at a Rocky Horror Singalong Show at the Prince Charles Theatre, which is just off Leicester Square. I agreed to go months ago as part of Operation Make New Friends, so was going with Claire and Richie. I mean, I know Claire a little but now she's in London it's important to SOCIALISE, yo. So on Friday I went to work in a surprisingly official outfit, given I was hosting the first Ladies Yay group (it's not called that, but that's the gist) and it turns out some of the board turned up. I talked a little about the importance of making my work a safe space for more women to reach to senior management and many people agreed. I did not mention that in about six hours I was going to be laced into a corset by a lady I don't know very well in a pub in Soho. Well, maybe that IS empowerment, I don't know.
Anyway, Claire very kindly laced me up in the pub but oh man the majority of the audience was much better dressed up. There was a lovely atmosphere, slightly raucously drunken but not nasty. I sang and danced along with glee, as did the entire audience. I particularly enjoyed hearing two new heckles I hadn't heard before when Janet and Rocky embraced, a very gutteral voice in the back of the audience cried out "Oh, it's UNNATURAL!" and during the dinner scene, when the wine is being passed around, the same voice enquired "Is is a nice Pinot Noir? A fruity Merlot? Oh, it's a table wine," a beautiful half beat before the wine is spilt on the table. Overall, a very fun night indeed.
Richie and I spent Saturday on a little trip up to a pub near ours, called The Chequers. It was advertising a mixtape night, so we figured we'd go a couple of hours early, grab a seat, and see how we liked it before it got busy when the evening started. We both drank our drinks very quickly and left. It was, er. Oh, the hipsters have descended except now they have children. And I don't mind a pub with children on a sunny Saturday afternoon, and frankly I like a hipster bar because generally the cider is interesting if nothing else. This was just horrific, though, as people loudly brayed about how wonderful it was that little Joshua liked quinoa and kale and was already a big fan of The Smiths. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it's not something I've seen in Walthamstow before. Concerning. Richie and I took our leave and spent the rest of the afternoon in the superior Rose and Crown, which has an interesting beer and cider selection, a theatre on top of it, non-ironically shabby furniture and about 1000% less dickishness. And yes, some children.
On Sunday I cleaned the house out. I have actually emptied out cupboards, hauled stuff up the attic, and asked Richie to take some boxes of stuff up when he next goes up because it's too heavy for me to lift. I did the same thing in work recently with the filing cabinets, so it's clearly spring cleaning time. Which is... no bad thing, actually.
I spent Friday night at a Rocky Horror Singalong Show at the Prince Charles Theatre, which is just off Leicester Square. I agreed to go months ago as part of Operation Make New Friends, so was going with Claire and Richie. I mean, I know Claire a little but now she's in London it's important to SOCIALISE, yo. So on Friday I went to work in a surprisingly official outfit, given I was hosting the first Ladies Yay group (it's not called that, but that's the gist) and it turns out some of the board turned up. I talked a little about the importance of making my work a safe space for more women to reach to senior management and many people agreed. I did not mention that in about six hours I was going to be laced into a corset by a lady I don't know very well in a pub in Soho. Well, maybe that IS empowerment, I don't know.
Anyway, Claire very kindly laced me up in the pub but oh man the majority of the audience was much better dressed up. There was a lovely atmosphere, slightly raucously drunken but not nasty. I sang and danced along with glee, as did the entire audience. I particularly enjoyed hearing two new heckles I hadn't heard before when Janet and Rocky embraced, a very gutteral voice in the back of the audience cried out "Oh, it's UNNATURAL!" and during the dinner scene, when the wine is being passed around, the same voice enquired "Is is a nice Pinot Noir? A fruity Merlot? Oh, it's a table wine," a beautiful half beat before the wine is spilt on the table. Overall, a very fun night indeed.
Richie and I spent Saturday on a little trip up to a pub near ours, called The Chequers. It was advertising a mixtape night, so we figured we'd go a couple of hours early, grab a seat, and see how we liked it before it got busy when the evening started. We both drank our drinks very quickly and left. It was, er. Oh, the hipsters have descended except now they have children. And I don't mind a pub with children on a sunny Saturday afternoon, and frankly I like a hipster bar because generally the cider is interesting if nothing else. This was just horrific, though, as people loudly brayed about how wonderful it was that little Joshua liked quinoa and kale and was already a big fan of The Smiths. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it's not something I've seen in Walthamstow before. Concerning. Richie and I took our leave and spent the rest of the afternoon in the superior Rose and Crown, which has an interesting beer and cider selection, a theatre on top of it, non-ironically shabby furniture and about 1000% less dickishness. And yes, some children.
On Sunday I cleaned the house out. I have actually emptied out cupboards, hauled stuff up the attic, and asked Richie to take some boxes of stuff up when he next goes up because it's too heavy for me to lift. I did the same thing in work recently with the filing cabinets, so it's clearly spring cleaning time. Which is... no bad thing, actually.
