Summer and that

Summer: DENIED

Well, the dream of endless sunny days and ice cream was again halted by the British weather being most uncharitable, but I wouldn’t have got to see much of it had it been belting out of the sky (sun, not ice cream. But imagine that…) as I have been gallivanting about working and generally not sleeping in my own bed. Not in a slaggy way I hasten to add. Chance would be a fine thing. ANYWAY, here is what I did and where I went this past couple of months since I last managed to scrawl an update:

Party for MAC make up; Devonshire Club; Rome; Flashpoint Festival; Latitude Festival (Rave Karaoke); G-A-Y; Birthday parties; djing dressed as a Disco Boxer (I appreciate this makes NO SENSE); many a wedding reception set; more birthday parties; Soho HouseEdinburgh; ONE DAY HOLIDAY IN SOUTHWOLD (go me, etc); Barbican; oh, more weddings; Birmingham to child mind (am the best aunt everrrrrr); Leeds Festival (Rave Karaoke); Edinburgh AGAIN.

It’s been fun. I have been to new cities, towns and venues and had all manner of cakes. So that kind of makes up for the ice cream / sun shortage. Besides, it were baking in Rome. One isn’t complaining mind.

In september, am here:




SATURDAY 9TH – ME DAD’S BIRTHDAY. Not working obvs. He can’t afford me. (he can)









In between I shall be worrying about Rita’s current storyline in Coronation St and enjoying the new GBBO. Am so glad it’s not rubbish.

As always, Twitter is my latest-up-to-date-what-I’m-doing-and-djing-and-where. But mainly it’s just telly talk. I love telly

Ok bye


Hotter than July


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.

Here be me dates this month

Sundays – all of them – W Does Brunch, W Hotel

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

Friday 8th July – Razzmatazz, Pop Bar

Back in Barcelona so soon! Que bueno! Playing at crackers o’clock in the morning to a room of ridiculously fun people. Razz rules. As does Barcelona. CAN. NOT. WAIT. Info here!

Saturday 9th July – Private Party, Richmond

(easy) Jetting back for a private party in Richmond where all the deer live (it is a party for people not deers, to be clear). (But imagine playing at a deer’s birthday party…)

Friday 15th July – Wedding, Cotswolds

Providing the entertainment for a couple’s ding dong day in England’s glorious countryside.

Saturday 16th July – RAVE KARAOKE, Latitude Festival

Rave Karaoke makes its debut at one of the country’s BEST festivals. OI OI! Seriously, this place is MAGIC. Am in the cabaret tent at 7pm for a pre-sunset singing rave UP! Tickets / stuff here

Saturday 23rd July –  Soho House, 76 Dean St

Playing at the top of the house 9pm – 1am. I bloody love this place

Friday 29th July – RAVE KARAOKE, Kendal Calling

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 

Saturday 30th July – RAVE KARAOKE, Guilty Pleasures, KOKO

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




It’s been a busy old time. But then I always say that. But I only speak the truth, so there we go.

So far in August have been to the Cotswolds to play at The Royal Oak’s Oakfest after Chas and Dave (I KNOW!); did the H&M Pop Up on Brick Lane again, plus the launch party with actual popstar Foxes; and of course lovely H&M Oxford Circus a couple of times.

Been to Brighton to check out Lucky Voice for Brighton Rave Karaoke. It rained, but in my heart it RAVED. Went on holiday for TWO WHOLE DAYS in Southwold with my ace family who were there for a week. Didn’t have fish and chips or ice cream! What a seaside LOSER. Then they came to London and we did loads of stuff that mainly involved food and beer as that is what my family excel at. Everyone should always play to their strengths.

Booze: Good friend of the Greenwoods

Presented Indeedy Musical Bingo again, which is always the LOLS, but was exceptionally so with a boisterously fun Wednesday crowd. Been djing at W Does Brunch every Sunday at the glorious W London and making plans with them for future brunching delights. And making plans with Lucky Voice in Islington for our forthcoming collaboration in September. More on that to follow!

Here’s what I’m up to over the next couple of weeks or so


Ah Razz. My beautiful home from home. Will be playing up in the Pop Bar (of COURSE) for Pop Will Save the Dayat bonkers o’clock in the morning. It’s the best. Always the best. Never not the best. I LOVE IT AND I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE BARCELONA FORVER AND EVER AMEN.


Rave Karaoke is kicking off the Alternative Stage to get the festival off on a ragga tip and RAVING for the weekend of music mayhem. This should be ace. It’s a massive tent. Raving. GULP. I was born in Leeds, thus I have extra excitement for this!


The finale of the Southbank Centre’s beautiful Festival of Love concludes in the best way: with a gigantic mass wedding and party at the Big Wedding Weekend! I was lucky enough to be part of it last year and double lucky to be part of it again this year as the couples’ (yes, it’s plural) reception dj. Multiple couples get married on the same day and with their friends and family and wedding crashers, celebrate their unions in a colossal disco and celebration. You can see what last year’s was like by clicking here if you want. I wore a frock like a ball of meringue that lit up. This year I have another wedding themed creation lined up to get all unglamorously hot and sweaty in on this magnificent weekend of romantic raving.


Brunch! But brunch with oh so much more, at London’s dazzling W Hotel. A laid back disco and dining delight! Food to instagram. Slippers and sofas to stretch out on and me in a daft get up to soothe you of a Sunday.

Will be back with news (sure, sure) about September and beyond!

I love you. Bye.


Busy bizzee BiZi

Check the cool street spellings.

So, it’s been a bit hectic and I haven’t updated the site, but I do quack about my goings on on twitter so you can see what in the hell I do by following me here. If you want. If you don’t then that’s equally fine. why you’re on this site though I don’t know Unless your my mum and don’t have twitter. In that case HI MUM.

Anyhoo, went to Glastonbury for the marathon gigs, they were amazing. It is amazing. I loved it and was the best of times all the time I was there. Played all manner of music and had a Glastonbury “moment” every day with a coming together of hilariously fun people in a collected love of some song or other, congas, anti-rain dances, dance OFFS, tops off, uncontrollable disco dancing and just A HECK OF A TIME. I was fuelled by coffee and chocolate and – no doubt – the druids vibes that were in abundance at the hallowed site. It truly is magical. I think I’ve been infected with hippy love. There are worse things to be infected with though tbh. Since returning everything has been ace, so the druids are clearly still at work. unless I stood too close to them funny cigarettes people had on the go. Whichevs, it was ACE. I hope I get to go back and do it all again some day. SIGH

Mid-set Glastonbury dj selfie with “concentrating face” in full effect

As soon as I got back it was all systems GO for the first Rave Karaoke at The Old Queen’s Head and it was a STORMER of a debut! We raved and sang and whooped it up in super style for a Thursday and will be back on Thursday August 8th for more of the same. You can get a ticket here

Since then I’ve been playing a few birthday parties, H&M, the marvellous W Hotel, South Place Hotel, hosted a dj battle (!!) & Indeedy Musical Bingo and recorded a show for Heat Radio. The latter has been super exciting. Radio is one of my dear loves and as Heat loves pop, celebs, gossip, silliness and general FUN it’s pretty much my ideal radio home. (To balance all this love of the sugary side of life I read the articles with all the big words at the back of the paper. Life is light and shade after all). Will let you know when I’m on air. SCREAM!

So the summer sees me off to Kendal Calling for Rave Karaoke, Leeds Festival for the very same, Southbank Centre for the Big Wedding Weekend bonanza, a gig with Chas and Dave (YES!) and loads more STUFF.

Will try to keep you up to date. But you know how unable I am to stick to that.

Anyway, here’s some things and dates for you. Hope to see you at some. Tra!

SATURDAY 18TH JULY – I’m doing a wedding! In Dalston! You can only go if you are invited though. Or the Bride or Groom. You should know this.

EVERY SUNDAYW Does BrunchW Hotel – The best brunch in swinging London town. We have a feast for body, brains, ears, mouths, eyes and legs as they get to sprawl on sofas in slippers and be served up a right treat. I soundtrack it all between 12-4pm

MONDAY 20TH JULY – Tell it Like it Quiz – The Electric – Taking my lolz-packed, trash can culture quiz over West for some brain-testing (well, kind of…) Monday night fun.

THURSDAY 23RD JULY – Heddon St Kitchen – Gordon Ramsay owns this place. Am djing at a party there. Don’t think el Gordo will be there. But you may be?

FRIDAY 24TH JULY – H&M pop up – Brick Lane – Not sure WHERE this is exactly, but I will do and will be there betwixt 3 – 7pm.

FRIDAY 31ST JULYRAVE KARAOKE AT KENDAL CALLING – SCREAM! This is going to be ACE. Kicking off their Acid House party on the Friday of it’s 10th year, Rave Karaoke will have you reaching for the lasers and singing your heart out as we pump up the jam. It’s sold out! Me and Snoop! SCREAM AGAIN!


Wedding Weekend Wonder

The glorious Southbank Centre have been running a Festival of Love throughout the Summer months. This saw all manner of events, talks and goings on around the theme of L.O.V.E. It culminated (climaxed? (sorry) with the Big Wedding Weekend on the final weekend of August. I mentioned this previously, as I really have nothing else to talk about, and it saw 70 couples getting hitched en masse in the Royal Festival stage before having food, photos, drinks and a massive reception in the Clore Ballroom with the London Big Gay Band and me as the DJ. Yes!

Suffice to say it was possibly the greatest gig I’ve ever been asked to do and done as I LOVE a wedding and it being a wedding x 70 the excitement was close to fainting levels. Couples from all manner of backgrounds, ages, sexes and creeds were celebrating themselves and love in an unique and magical event. Apologise if I sound somewhat gushing, but it really was. I feel somewhat privileged / honoured / lucky / giddy to have been part of it and part of so many peoples’ big day.

Clore Ballroom photo by Belinda Lawley

What with it being a somewhat DOCK OFF party, it seemed only fitting that one had a frock to match. Seeing as this was probably the closest I was going to get to wearing a wedding dress EVER (not begging for sympathy, I am more than aware that no one wants to take this on ’til death do us part) I thought I may as well go for it. The clever minded and fingered Ana Kostina helped bring the dream to life, with a massive white ruffle / ball of meringue which LIT UP! SCREAM! It’s possibly the greatest thing I will ever own. I still can’t put it in the wardrobe as it’s so ace. It deserves more than to be banished into the darkness. Although whether more is hanging up on a doorframe, I’m not sure. But at least I can see it and swoon.

Look at me GLOW
Frock in full (and sweaty) flow

The parties were incredible. When the couples took to the floor for the mass first dance it was both hilarious and moving. Especially as you saw how they were all in their own world cheered by their friends and family, yet still part of one big massive occasion together. It was quite magical. Then they just went crackers as you should do on your wedding day and all the different wedding parties  were dancing with each other, pouring champagne down each others’ necks and having the biggest conga I think I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Also, as it was open tot he public, there were plenty of wedding crashers who kind of were but weren’t and just added to the whole vibe. It was ridiculously ace. On both nights. In an increasingly scary world it’s nice to have these pockets of love and celebration. Oh dear, I’m getting a bit gushing again. Can’t help it! It was a wonderful thing.

Bride stage invasion! photo by Belinda Lawley

To top off what was an already astounding weekend, the Southbank asked me to stay in A Room For London, the boat-shaped hotel room on top of the Queen Elizabeth Hall for the night as their “Artist in Residence”. I KNOW. I nearly fell off my chair when they asked me. You can read more about it here. It’s your own private place in the middle of the city, on the banks of the Thames, Big Ben to the left and St Pauls to the right. Incredible views of the city, so much so that I slept with the blinds open and I kept waking up and swooning then going back to sleep again. Still can’t believe I stayed there. You can enter a ballot to be elected to stay there or prance around in a lit up frock playing records at a meta wedding disco and they invite you instead. You may need to do the former seeing how I’ve already done the latter soz.

Back end of boat. Not sure of the nautical term

View from the bow bedroom. SWOON
Good morning London!

It was quite simply a wonderful weekend. So much happiness, love and fun was totally infectious and somewhat marvellous. Love really does save the day. SIGH.


See more of Belinda Lawley’s shots of the party and the festival here

Ding Dong

I love a wedding me. Favourite gigs usually as everyone is so happy and tipsy, wearing nice clothes and eating cake. They really are quite marvellous things. I really should have one myself one day.

But until hell freezes over and someone wants to take me on, I shall be content to be the turn at said big days. And none is bigger than the Southbank Centre’s Big Wedding Weekend. As part of their Festival of Love, it’s a two day celebration where couples of all sexes, ages, creeds and colours can get married or renew their vows in a unique wedding en masse on the Royal Festival Hall stage and then celebrate with their guests at the wedding breakfast followed by entertainment and a reception. It’s amazing! Six ceremonies over the weekend of 20 couples each time making history and magical moments together. Read more here 

It’s like the moonies, minus the cult factor but with a massive WOW factor instead. It’s such a brilliant thing, I want to marry it.

And who is the dj for the reception..?


Me. Me. Me. ME.

Suffice to say I am quite excited about this. A special frock is in creation as I type. It may be the only time I can get close to a wedding dress so I’m going for it. My mother will be pleased.

The reception is also open to all so if you want to come and pretend you’re married and dance like a loon at the disco, you can! It’s going to be a glorious weekend. Can’t WAIT.




May Day

Well technically May Day itself hath been and gone. But every day in May is a May Day so the topic still stands.

Here’s what I’m doing / have done these days in May:

Last week I played at the top of a very high building, Millbank Tower to be precise. It has splendid views, look

Bit of London from up high

On Saturday, I played in a castle for a wedding for a Princess. Ok, she wasn’t a real Princess, but it was a real castle. Peckforton Castle in Cheshire. They have an owl sanctuary. Not keen on owls. They’re sinister. Even the baby ones. How can you be comfortable around something / someone that does’t blink I ask you?

Regardless of the swivel-headed starers, it was ACE. Love weddings, especially ones where people are up for dancing immediately. Which these ones were. Then I clambered back on to the train to the capital the next day for W Does Brunch, which is still serving you up a delightful dining experience complete with slippers every Sunday in the spangly W Hotel. Book yourself in here.

This Friday 9th May, it’s the annual Alternative Eurovision at LondonWonderground, a beautiful spiegeltent that’sll be spending the summer on the Southbank. The show will have superstars of the Cabaret scene representing a country from this united / confused unity and singing their own song their bloody best for them. I’ll be hosting the show and the acts trying to get your vote will be:

Bourgeois & Maurice, Ida Barr, Lili La Scala, Dusty Limits, Roulston & Young, Benjamin Louche, Femmes on the Thames, Tom Moans, Tempest Rose, Des O’ Connor (NOT THAT ONE), Flange Krammer & Sophie Hagen.

BOOK HERE. It’s brilliant. It’s nothing like the show on the telly on Saturday, but then what is? We don’t have the budget for all them wind machines and interpretive dancers with meaningful expressions. It’s bizarro Euro. Which isn’t that bizarre and perhaps on reflection, is actually just like the show, but with more colourful language and possible nudity.

It’s also the opening gala night for London Wonderground itself, so you know, no biggie…

Inside the spiegeltent. Minus chairs, stage and humans.

Otherwise am at these places playing records and larking about. In a professional entertaining matter of course:

17th – 50th Party (probably didn’t need to tell you that as you can’t come unless invited)

23rd – Shoreditch House – on the roof!

24th & 25th – Weddings!

31st –Shoreditch House – pon de roof


I hope our paths cross upon the dancefloor