Yes a clump of Aberdonians were spotted on the lash in london town on Saturday night. Behaving loudly, drinking copiously and having a ball. Having all hung about when we were 15 in garages with bands, wearing afghan coats, loving Patti Smith and wanting to be Debbie Harry. Joining together in clean clothes, upright and alive for a 50th birthday was just fabulous. The photo was taken early doors and within 2 hours we hit the dance floor and the bucking bronco and were frankly unstoppable.
The other guests did steer clear. Why? Loud? yes. Dancy? Yes. Boozing? Yes. Well clearly that’s why. Can’t blame them after all if anyone had got caught in the windmill arm swirl of my Lena Lovich impression it could have proved fatal. A reminder here.
As the night came to and end we mourned the demise of our teen punk combo Jean Cream and The Wet Dream and glugged a nurofen with a pint of water before falling face down into a taxi. Hey we may be getting a bit ruogh round the edges but we sure as hell know how to enjoy ourselves and as becomes more and more apparent as the days go by
We ain’t here for a long time – we’re here for a good time!
