The West End Whingers would like to thank the crowds who turned up for the West End Whingers party last night and apologies to those who were unable to get in or were turned away due to the rather eccentric door policy.
This is the first of many, many posts aimed not only at those who were unable to make it (such as Kevin Spacey) or weren’t invited (such as Nicholas Hytner – nothing personal but he did get invited last year and we have to spread ourselves around), but also just to milk the gags for all they are worth, if not frurther.
Anyway, as it was we weren’t able to talk to everyone who was there. This was due to a combination of factors such as Merlot and Shiraz.
And also because our plan to give guests that authentic Al Hirschfeld experience backfired a bit.
We had engaged the services of a caricaturist. We couldn’t actually get the actual Al Hirschfeld because he died in 2003. Instead we had Adrian Grubb who probably worked out a bit cheaper anyway.
Perhaps we should have anticipated it, but unfortunately everyone insisted on being drawn with the Whingers so we spent most of the evening sitting being drawn. Quite tedious really.