Our ‘wild’ night out in Brum

Well last night wasn’t really wild at all actually, just a departure for us as our socialising these days is generally done at friends’ houses. Not that I’m knocking that at all – now that we are well over 30 it’s lovely (not to mention cheap, of course) chilling in jeans in each other’s homes, being able to chat without yelling to be heard over loud music.

If I do sound geriatric at 32, I make no apologies. But it was great to take a break from the norm and venture into the city. Ourselves and our good friends Ros and Warren booked tickets for the Glee Club, beforehand going for a meal at a lively Brazilian restaurant in the Arcadian called (plug, plug) Las Iguanas.

At the Glee we were seated on the second row – rather too close for comfort to the stage, but we at all times avoided eye contact with the comedians and were relieved when the bulk of the piss-taking was reserved for front row dwellers and hecklers.

There were four acts: the compere Mark Olver, banjo-playing Simon Fox, Geordie Rhydian lookalike (he said so himself) Richard Morton, and deadpan Canadian Sean Collins. Never heard of them? Nope, nor us, but they were entertaining. I favoured the manic Richard Morton.

The Glee crowd were predominantly ‘mature,’ i.e. our sort of age, with a lot of couples – nobody yobby!  So we didn’t feel like elderly great aunts and uncles attempting to ‘hang wiv da kids.’  There was a friendly, comfortable atmosphere, despite the aggressive reputation comedy clubs can earn.

When the show closed at 11:30, the school assembly-style chairs and tables were stacked against the walls and the disco kicked off.  They played a mix of 70s and 80s (Jacko’s Billie Jean, Lionel Richie, Diana Ross, Chic), 90s student classics by the likes of Pulp and Haddaway and more contemporary hits by Amy Winehouse and Duffy.  By now most people had actually gone, and the scene was rather reminiscent of a school disco, without the Panda Shandy.

By now most people had actually gone, and the scene was rather reminiscent of a school disco, without the Panda Shandy.

We four oldies admitted defeat at about 12:30 – waaayy past traditional bedtime – and hopped into a taxi (just as the ‘younger’ Birmingham scene was starting to kick off, so we came away at the right time).

It was brilliant, as I said, to do something different, and left us with the feeling that we really ought to venture into Birmingham more often – albeit not every week.

There was a time when Ros and I were regulars at Cheeky Monkey, the Friday 80s night which has been running for years at the Wolverhampton Civic Hall (see, even in my clubbing days I never went to ‘trendy’ venues, only 80s places!). We used to have a great time there when we were 19/20, and I look back with fondness on those days, but certainly don’t miss them.

I suppose that’s just a natural part of evolution. I have a husband and a mortgage now. I love a good boogie at a hen night or wedding reception, but would hate to still be leading a ‘living at home, getting wasted in clubs every weekend’ lifestyle!

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3 Comments

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    March 21, 2009 at 1:46 am

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