Here’s yet another post that you should not read unless you were actually there. In which case, a big THANK YOU from the Whingers for making the 4th Annual West End Whingers Party a swinging success (as far as we can remember).
Happily, we reckon to have raised exactly £373.85 for the Theatre MAD charity so a big thank you to everyone for digging deep into your pockets.
For the record:
We wore: The Whingers dressed appropriately for the over-complicated them: Hair (the-Musical)/Hare-brained/David Hare/hair (the outgrowth of filamentous cells containing keratin growing from follicles found in the dermis). Those who witnessed it might consider our full sixties garb, inappropriate perhaps even undignified. But the Whingers were content to be the oldest swingers in town for charity (Phil of course was the oldest swinger in town).
We ate: Stalkers Crisps in nine enticing flavours including “Hammy with Pammy”, “They’re very pickled” and “They’re no spring chickens”, all hugely overpriced to make you feel as though you really were at the theatre.
We drank: Probably more than we should.
Who came: Samantha Bond. Briefly. Accidentally. She was on her way to the toilet actually. Read the rest of this entry »
A West End Whinger 