Dirty Feet

Feeling a little delicate this morning after 5 hours kip and a raucously fine evening. I had a rare opportunity of my sister out in town. We went for a curry and a fair bit of wine for Paul's birthday, then headed over to 'Dirty feet' at our new local Bar loco. Paul was a bit suspicious prior to arriving. He took it literally and thought it was going to be a bunch of hippy's with some kind of obligation to take your shoes off!

So we arrived with Charlotte already pretty tipsy and tottering on her killer heels, it was already really busy upstairs in a lovely, Fenham cosy bustley kind of way. Charlotte found a Jenga game to get involved with, stating that she was shit hot at Jenga because of playing with her little girl, Paul did a bit of loitering with the drinks and I got into the electro gypsy swing on the dance floor.

A couple of drinks later, Charlotte and Paul got down and dirty on the dance floor. They met the wonderful Paddy O'Conner and instantly hit it off. Manc's can always quickly find a few familiar reference points.

A fellow Sidney Grover asked Char, 'Have you been for a Royal?' this resulted in well over an hour of hilarity as Char went round a lot of the dance floor asking 'Have you been forra Royal?' in her best Manc accent then throwing her head back in laughter! She concluded that some of the crowd had been smoking dope because some of the younger unexpected crew looked a bit paranoid.

Charlotte fell in love with Paddy, mentioned to me she wanted to take him home and asked him if he wanted to come home with her be their pet! Paul got so involved in the bongo that he's featuring a massive thumb blister this morning.

I danced loads with such vigour that I accidentally head butted the lovely Clara May, the dance floor was heaving full of spinning and ass shaking smiling people, drinks started to get dropped and Paul and concluded about half 1 that it was probably time to head home.

We had a kitchen party with my i pod as Ian is away visiting mates in Leeds. So we had tea a crumpet each and Char gave us a fine rendition of Zumba 'Jai ho'.

Today, luckily for our fragile heads were off to Short Flat Tower for 3 or so hours of Spar time, it my gift to the most important Women in my life who have everything they could ever need. So in just over 3 hours my Mum, Char and I will be lay chatting in a huge, super bubbly hot tub looking out at the trees and sky. Then Char and I are off for the don of all treatments. It's called a Hammam, we get to be in a Moroccan inspired room, with heated slabs and twinkly lights. Were going to get scrubbed within an inch of our lives, slushed with water, covered in mud, and finally massaged. We get to do it in tandem and on request my Mum is coming in for the first hour before her full body Swedish.

Best go to buy bread and eggs to have with copious amounts of tea and ease our aching heads.