Dancing Dancing Dancing


It was a friend’s birthday this weekend … they’re coming thick and fast atm, birthdays that is, not friends..! “Fancy a drink for my birthday at The Winchester in Angel?” came the text. What I read was “Daaaaancing!!!”

What a night?! What a hot, sweat-pit The Winchester is, what great music they play. After 5 hours of dancing, we staggered out of there, pained of feet, barely able to breathe through the sweat-fug, happy as hell, not only because our 40 year old bodies had stood up to the challenge, but also cause it’d been a great night.

Who’s birthday’s next?

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