Well, we’ve almost recovered enough from our hangovers to say a few words about the previous Saturday’s Third Annual West End Whingers Party.
But a full recovery may take longer than that of the economy. In fact it could be another 23 years before either Whinger feels himself again (and let’s face it no one else will, ba boom!).
In truth, neither Whinger remembers much about the evening so what follows is pieced together mainly through photographic evidence, reports from those who say they were there and hopeful speculation.
This year’s theme was “Spring Cleaning” and quite a large group of people arrived ready to roll up their sleeves and give the West End a good going over.
We weren’t in a position to give a prize for the best outfit this year due to having forgotten to choose one in all the excitement. In retrospect, the winner should surely have been Johnny Fox (left) for his beautifully embroidered t-shirt but unfortunately we’ve now eaten the prize.
Anyway, we don’t want to harp on about it. This post is really just to say “thank you” to everyone who came and “WTF?” to everyone who didn’t.
Thanks to a combination of the raffle proceeds and the sale of this year’s confectionery (Dame bars – 20 different Dames to collect) we were actually able to raise some money for charity and the sum of £205.05 will be winging its way to TheatreMAD just as soon as we can lay our hands on one of those giant cheques so beloved of self-publicising charity-givers.
But back to the Dame bars: Dames Judi and Maggie were produced in considerably larger quantities (by our off-shore unit in south east Asia) as we anticipated a high demand for these two and so it proved to be.
Dames Sybil (Thorndike), Edith (Evans) and Margaret (Rutherford) were snaffled up by those of a more mature countenance.
There have been reports that a full box of eight “happily still alive” Dame bars is winging its way to Australia. Sightings have also been made of the confectionery in a Carnaby Street music company’s reception and a Dame Diana (Rigg) bar and a Credit Crunchie were spotted in an Essex branch of Lloyds Bank.
The now-traditional West End Whingers Rather Grand Raffle went as well as could be expected although with a rather tedious record-breaking 13 prizes (click on the image left for details) the draw did go on a bit.
Regular readers will be keen to hear that the miracle toast (13th prize in the raffle but lucky for someone) was won by a Mrs Pearce of Exmouth and the first prize of a set of Dame bars plus membership to the wonderful Audience Club (kindly donated by Angela Hyde Courtney) made Mrs Dr David Eldridge (aka Caroline) giddy with excitement. And it was surely excitement that made her giddy, not the drink. Caroline won the “best outfit” prize last year which seems a bit suspicious and a stewards’ enquiry is under way.
There were many, many highlights to the evening but we also enjoyed discussing our top secret new project with Calendar Girls actresses Gaynor Faye and Elaine C Smith. They showed very polite interest in our plans for a West End Whingers sequel which has the working title of Colander Boys (strapline: “We’re going to need considerably bigger breasts”). It is very much a work in progress but Miss Faye and Miss C Smith were most encouraging although sadly they stopped short of agreeing to invest in the show as we had planned.
Again: thanks to everyone for coming and making it (we are told; we have no memory of it) a very successful evening.
Tuesday 28 April 2009 at 6:21 pm
Perhaps I can help jog your memory of some of the evenings events?
After Mrs Dr Eldridge claimed the winning ticket for the raffle, panic and mayhem ensued as Mrs Dr Eldridge had also been chosen for the Best Dressed award (for the second year running). However, the rather inebriated judges felt it unfair she win two prizes so decided to award themselves the title.
This decision worked a treat for Mrs Dr Eldridge who has merrily been chomping on Dame bars all week – much to the confusion of her colleagues at work.
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 6:35 am
No. Doesn’t ring any bells.
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 8:35 am
The mists of time and grape juice are clearing.
I’m reliably informed The Whingers argued over who should be awarded best interpretation of the “Spring Cleaning” theme and neither Johnny Fox nor Mrs David Eldridge were in the frame.
But as the decision making turned ugly Andrew stomped off declaring “Let’s not give it to anyone!”
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 8:38 am
Are you accusing the fragrant Mrs Dr Eldridge of attempting to re-write history?
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 9:43 am
My rather sober memory is that the crowd decided that the Whingers’ outfit could not be topped and that they deserved the award.
But I wasn’t drinking and therefore could remember things in the most inaccurate ways possible.
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 11:40 am
Was Mrs Dr Eldridge in costume?
Looked very much like ‘come as you are’ to me …
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 1:25 pm
Can you please scan in some of the delightful production posters which decorated the venue? I’ve been trying to explain them to a friend, but find myself quite unable to conjure up their full magnificence.
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 4:32 pm
Next year! I promise!!
Wednesday 29 April 2009 at 5:40 pm
How does one acquire “Dame” bars?
Thursday 30 April 2009 at 8:26 am
Dear Whingers
Exit very much regrets that he was unable to attend due to a prior engagement next door at ENO. And a very bad cold. And a boyf in tow who refused to let him go.
Exit promises to attend next year should WEW care to extend the invitation.
Thursday 30 April 2009 at 6:30 pm
This post is really just to say “thank you” to everyone who came and “WTF?” to everyone who didn’t.
Classic, classic!
Thursday 30 April 2009 at 10:07 pm
“the fragrant Mrs Dr Eldridge” did of course look wonderful, as did Mr J Fox, but the argument between the Whingers was over the relative merits of the twin fragrances of Helen Smith and Mrs Pearce of Exmouth.
How MDE and JF were overlooked in the final fracas can only be attributed to The Whingers’ inability to stand up without assistance come the final decision.
A Dr Writes – shame on you…
Thursday 30 April 2009 at 10:09 pm
Shuttleworth unable to find the words?
Andrew, please “WRITE THAT DOWN!”
Friday 1 May 2009 at 2:00 pm
I don’t even have a good excuse for not coming: I completely forgot. The shame of such poor memory and lack of WEW-ing has haunted me for a fortnight; although that could also have something to do with the martinis I ended up drinking instead. Bisoux!
Saturday 2 May 2009 at 3:18 am
what fun! a party! all our pseudy theatre pals can come and we can get sozzled and squeal like the spoiled pair of dumb queens we are. we’re so fabulous!
Saturday 2 May 2009 at 8:24 am
Oh dear. One of the bitter ones.
Saturday 2 May 2009 at 5:42 pm
How did you get out, did daddy leave a strap undone again? Come on, mask on, back in the dungeon…