PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC FOO-FOO'S.........

Another wild and frivolous night out to report from the Foo-Foo work's night out. Sorry to say also, there's another thick head to report once again this morning. Our trusty team hit Lytham last night and met up in a swanky little Italian bistro which had all those fabulous ingredients... great food, lively and noisy atmosphere, plenty of wine and good service. We then all headed off to the Station pub which surprise surprise, is a converted Victorian railway station but without the egg sandwiches and sausage rolls. There was a good live band on rocking away and then my boss decides for us to decamp to another pub where our favourite band 'The Deadbeats' are playing. Now this place was absolutely rocking to the rafters. Within 5 minutes we're all dancing and cheering away to Foo-Foo D and her sexually provocative take on the Kings Of Leon's 'Use Somebody'. And then a couple of us headed to the outside beer garden for some fresh air. When I say beer garden, it's a small outside yard for smokers with a cloth veranda keeping the now heavy rain from drenching everyone. We're chatting away when some bright spark decides to poke the bulging veranda cover with a chair. Yep, the one and only rip in the cloth and yours truly was stood directly underneath it to receive 179 gallons of icy cold, fresh rainwater directly on top of my head. 

Back inside and pouring water out from my boots and drying off a little, the place is rocking even more and we're up dancing again. One of the tracks played last night which really sticks in my mind is Wild Cherry's 'Play That Funky Music'. What a corker of a track and it sums up last night's shenanigans perfectly. Despite being submerged in water, not hitting my bed until some ungodly hour and feeling like death this morning, we all had a great evening and plans are afoot with the Foo-Foo Social Secretary (ie. me) to arrange the next outing. 

SWEET CHILD O MINE... CHA CHA CHA

Met up with an old friend the other night and we went out for an impromptu Italian meal followed by a night in our local bar listening to the amazing Deadbeats band. The Italian went pretty much to form; great meal, bit of innuendo flirting with the waiter over the huge black pepper mill and an inflated bill for drinks we hadn't had. 
Over to the bar and like a couple of old fogies, we managed to find a empty two seater leather sofa with a good view of the stage and thought we'd died and gone to heaven. How times have changed. Twenty years ago we'd have stood by the speakers, drink in hand, dancing like Pans People. Now, going for comfort on a sofa whilst being close to the loos is seen as a result. 
The band as usual were brilliant made better because live music is brilliant. A couple of covers from the Rolling Stones and the Kinks and the place was jumping. As well as watching brilliant musicians ply their craft and get the crowd going, a night spent people watching also makes the evening pass well. Comedy gold moments amongst the onlookers and from those hitting the dancefloor. We both had that mouth gaping moment observing some of the crowd who appeared to have no hint of inhibition either in the dress code stakes or when dancing. You have to admire that devil may care attitude sometimes. The table to the front of us contained a table of over-exuberant young women who we nicknamed (rather cruelly), the 3rd prizes in a shag contest. They were the sort of girls that a devil cult would target. Boss-eyed, all singing all the wrong lyrics, whilst flailing arms above their heads and swinging their pearl necklaces in time to the music, they hit the dancefloor and all three let loose with dance routines in unison which looked like they had practiced all week in front of their bedroom mirrors. Britain's Got Talent audition material if ever you saw it. 
Then there were the groupie girls. They hung around the stage gazing at the guitarists chewing gum provocatively and pulling their tops down a little to expose a hint of balcony bra cleavage. Plenty of tattoos and mini skirt on show but not blessed in the polished department. 
The climax to the evening were when the middle-aged ladies got up to dance to the Deadbeats cranking up the volume to a Guns n Roses / Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin medley. Never easy to choreograph, even Louie Spence would struggle to put a dance routine together for Paranoid by Sabbath. But these ladies weren't undeterred in their kitten heels and M&S sleeveless tops. Never before and probably never again will I witness 'Sweet Child o' Mine' being danced to by a two-lady cha cha cha... 


They're on again in 4 weeks time. Can't wait.....