Although I am no longer listing my gigs on here – am just doing them, although some can randomly appear on me Twitter – thought would grant this the great honour of a web post. But mainly because I like the alliteration of the above words combined in a title with a purpose to inform.
But onto the matter in hand. First up, Rainbows! Am back at W Hotel on Sunday 8th July for their glorious Pride Brunch. W are doing a whole weekend of Pride celebration with parties galore. See here for info, booking and more I’m on 1-4pm with a whole host of disco dancing djing and sequinned prancing.
Then the following Saturday, we be RAVING. Making a return to the excellent Latitude Festival on Saturday 14th July with Rave Karaokein the (massive – eek!) Comedy Arena at 10.30pm for a neon night of day glo delight! Oh God I love me rhymes. Me, you, all the glow sticks and an arsenal of BANGERS to unleash upon the Suffolk massive! If you’re going come and rave with me! If you are thinking about going, do it and come rave with me! Basically, what I’m trying to say is: EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!*
See you on a dancefloor soon! Ta ra
* But mainly on Saturday 14th July, at Latitude if that’s ok ta.
Although we’re only on the second day of the month as I type, many things can be hotter than this July. A cup of tea left out for a couple of hours, a faulty boiler, my freezing cold heart… God I always harp on about the weather. ‘Tis fundamental to our culture in this septic isle it seems. ANYWAY, back to the razzle dazzle disco business of which I should be quacking about as my life is non-stop exciting GLAMMA 24/7 of course.
After returning to London a weary muck-splattered sequinned soldier from my disco marathon at the muddiest Glastonbury EVER (true facts) on Monday – proving a touch more than a challenge for a person with a low tolerance for any kind of dirt – was unexpectedly smacked back to reality by hosting Old Queen’s Head always-LOLZ pop quiz, then playing records post-cabaret show at the beautiful Bloomsbury Ballroom last night. A welcome bounce back to be honest, otherwise I would have just sat on the sofa staring / got lost on Mail Online / despaired over the state of the WORLD etc. Re BB, the show runs until the end of this month – you can find out more about it by clicking on these words.
The best way to spend Sunday, I promise. And I never lie. A three course brunch of foodie delight awaits as you recline on sofas, pop on your complimentary slippers and spend your Sunday in a luxurious state of pampered bliss as the ever excellent W staff attend to your every dining and drinking need. They might just plump up your cushions if you ask nicely. I’m on disco duty behind the decks with a more soulful set as appropriate for a Sunday when ears can be a little delicate and in need of gentle reviving. 12-4pm, book in here
Back in banging Cumbria for the excellent Kendal Calling. Such a top festival in a truly breathtaking part of the world. Am in the House Party House (it is a house, promise) at 7pm to start their Friday night partying in super neon style. Tickets / info here
It’s been a while… bringing the bangers to my old stomping ground, the unstoppable Guilty Pleasures. Hosting the top bar and perhaps gracing the stage if there’s any glow sticks left… tickets / info here
That’s it for now. Follow me on Twitter for last minute additions / non-important information if you really really want
As highlighted many times, I am quite dreadful at updating my website. Nearly two whole months have passed without so much as a word appearing upon these cyber pages. Truly dreadful.
July is nearly at an end. The weather’s been ace. I keep doing mean things to my right leg / toes unintentionally. I’ve done some gigs. Here is a synopsis:
At the Phoenix, We had an a special round in advance of the birth of Prince Cambridge and got the teams to draw a picture of what the Royal baby would look like. Half of them had tails. One was a pig / boy with orthodox Jewish hair and hat. None of them got it right. But we all had a marvellous time.
Played the Oxford Circus store on a belting Friday afternoon. London was so hot that everyone skivved work and sat in the park. I didn’t. Although I don’t have what one terms a “proper job”. They don’t know my plight, my suffering, MY ART. (Neither do I)
W DOES BRUNCH
We did, and continue to, do Brunch every Sunday at the spangly W Hotel in Leicester Square. It’s the massive spaceship building plonked in front of the square. It’s super glam and super ace if you like lounging around in your slippers, reading the papers, eating and drinking delicious things and listening to music by me. Not by me as in I wrote it – this is never wise – but that I select and play because that’s what djs do and that. You should come along. Book in with Holly on 0207 758 1060.
FRIDAY NIGHT DISCO
Second Friday of the month. The Social. With me and like-minded dj friends. It starts at 7pm and stops at 1am. Pop bangers, party hip hop, disco a go-go and rnb pumpers. Free before 9pm too. What more can one ever want for Friday night pray tell?
TOE / LEG
I broke my big toe. It wasn’t too bad a break, a mere crack in the top of the digit. At the hospital a week later, I was told and shown on my x-ray that unbeknownst to me, I had broken it six weeks before. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS? Am I made of titanium? Maybe I am a robot after all. Cool. I hobbled through gigs. I didn’t liken myself to people with missing limbs like Jessie J did when she broke her foot though. With pop success brings great humility. Clearly, I have a way to go…
MINISTRY OF SOUND
Played right after Tongy and just before Tiesto obvs. (Was for Metro’s Summer Party, a private event) (No Pete Tong or Tiesto. I played after the canapes to a room of excitably and somewhat refreshed people who were enjoying themselves superbly). It will probably be the first and last time I ever play Ministry, one expects. Not sure I’m what the ravers are after. But I can certainly embellish this to impress the / my sister’s grandchildren. Although in the future, clubs probably won’t exist as we will all be able to virtually go there via a computer chip in our eyes, so whichever grandchildren I am recounting this tale too will be rolling their eyes at how uncool I am and my retro former life. Oh technology.
Played the Square Bar on the eve of its closure whilst they tart it up. It was a HOT night in London that night. Everyone was on the roof. As will I be on 30th August when I play next. PLEASE DON’T RAIN. PLEASE.
Annual Guilty Pleasures hoorah in the Comedy Arena (we’re so the LOLZZ) to a heady mass of hedonists at the Latitude festival. One of my favourite gigs of the year. Latitude is ace and in such a beautiful part of this here country. No rain, no mud (hooray!), lots of sun and lots of fun. Oh look, a rhyme. Despite a wally on the roof of Ipswich train station making the journey somewhat arduous (it involved trains, taxis, rapid leg motion and a coach with no air con and a dog that was insistent on standing on my feet – right leg / toe took most of the strain of course, because it’s cursed – in about 50 degree temperatures, it didn’t marr the amazement that is Latitude. It had a bloody good go though. But it was 1-0 in Latitude vs wally / journey.
To KOKO for a beach party for Guilty Pleasures. Wore a dress made of fake flowers which looked ace and a bit like a walking vase, but on a hot night in a club throwing yourself around in rhythmic style isn’t the most cooling of get ups. In toe news, pre-gig I poured a large and very hot cup of tea all over my foot – right one of course – which soaked my shoe and produced a blister as big as my little toe on my little toe. Like it was trying to create a sixth toe, or smother the actual toe. It was not dissimilar to How to get Ahead in Advertising, that film with Richard E Grant where he grows another head. But it was a blister rather than a head. So not that similar, but oh, you know.
I did some other stuff too, not just regarding injuries either, but think we’ve all heard enough for now.