Friday night
Friday night was a small but perfectly formed group of desperados out for some fun. Tommy met with FLC, and headed off to The Head of Steam to help lubricate the conversation. They were joined here by Cali, Lovishious, Raven's Destiny and The Tourist, who then helped with the lubrication further.
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Dave, Tommy and Cali chat (admittedly on Saturday night, but hey, how can you tell ;p)
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The bizarre Okekoky moment, what is best forgotten (Note: Be European, Be Different T-shirt, modelled nicey by TT)
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Things were quickly flowing really nicely, and everyone was having a great time, so it was time for a quick taxi dash down to Cairo Jacks (an 80's club that you will soon come to know infamously). And so we began to strut our funkie stuff, slow and sadated at first, mean and grovey later... So busy were we dancing, we forgot our cameras (or were they hidden for a reason???). |
But the night wore on, and still we danced, Tommy with his funkieness, Raven with her smooth flowing grace, Lovishious bursting with energy, meanwhile FLC mezmorised onlookers with large flowing movements, Cali used her coolest dance moves, and Tourist wowed us all with moves of his own... None of us could be stopped! |
The girls groove with sensual grace
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um... perhaps a little too far...
| But then, the moment that makes dance floors tremble with anticipation and fear... The great booming intro, the gutteral yanks of Mr. Jones's throat. Once the opening bars to "You can leave you hat on" hit the dance floor, Monty's move way, for the 6D posse took control! Caught within the grinding, flowing, dizzying beats of the Tom Jones classic, there was nothing we could do but go where the song would take us, and boy did it take us far...! |
Saturday night
By the time we had gathered together properly in force (not phorse, natch) - we counted as 14 chatters, all whole have been in Bmans at least at some time, and some perhaps a little too much.. ;p
Mark and Iggy chatting
| Before to long, the embarrassment of being around so many new faces died away, people stopped looking at their shoes and instead began to consume a healthy dose of alcohol and caffine. One by one, people offered to buy each other drinks and suddenly we started to interrelate with one another. |
The atmosphered heated up into what can only be described as a re-enactment of the chat room itself (but without the system crashes). People huddled into small groups or people they felt safest with, and every so often, a few people would move round and chat to some other people, until we all got to know each other in real life. |
Richard, Mark, Lilianja, Harriet and Linda pose mid-chat
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So we were grooving on down and feeling goooood. Not only this, but we found new levels of pub love for one another, expressing affection in ways that the limits of chat will never allow. It all starts with a touching of wrists, then a few gentle hugz, and before you know it, well... You all know what happened next ;p
This carried on late into the night, but as all things, it had to end... but wait! Just because the bar is closing doesn't mean we have to go home, oh no! For Cairo Jack's is in walking distance and we can't wait to get there...
Once inside, the dancing continues as before, the brave few who push on to face another dawn. So the haze of another night continues, this time almost without any camera action to capture what was going on. But not content with simply repeating the night before, they move to the beat and get down up on the tables!
Swinging in Cairo's |
Dancin's so high I was touchin' the ceilin' |