It must be 20-25 years since I last went to a Singlonga night at the Prince Charles Cinema off Leicester Square.
But somehow (my fault – a Xmas present idea!) Liz T and I found ourselves back there last night, surrounded by an eclectic mix of pissed up students in full drag as well as slightly bemused 50-somethings and older a bit more like us. Our very own Time Warp – again…
You know you're getting old when you think all the girls are showing waaaaaaaay too much leg, bum crack and white chilly flesh (it was bloody freezing last night) and then feel slightly awkward when the entire row in front of you – both sexes, mixing and matching merrily – spend the show making out with each other, swapping seats, drinks, laps and a lot of bodily fluids. All the while, we are gamely keeping our eyes raised to the screen and singing along to the tunes…
Well done Liz for coming out and then sticking it out – at least we weren't the very oldest in there and I'm pretty sure I am still saliva (and other things) free x