I love to dance, me.
So with unmitigated glee I accepted a kind invitation to Big Fish Little Fish, a dance party aimed at the post-rave generation of parents and their children. I was sold on the concept and loved the execution of what is a truly brilliant idea. For in my past life I have been a raver, a club-kid. From bugging out to heavy, heavy basslines in Berlin’s Berghain to wowing friend and foe alike with fancy footwork in London’s Fabric, I know that the right kind of dancefloor can be a magical, unifying place.
On a bright winter’s day, the family and I ambled down to the Effra Road Social Club. From the outside the little space looks just like it did when it housed the Brixton Conservative Club: a little unassuming and unloved. But on the inside? Well aha! On the inside we found a riotous afternoon party where professional big-name DJs, club visuals, lighting, booze and fun people who also happen to be parents and carers were brought together.
This was an excellent party. We left with huge smiles on our faces.
I’m a Scummy Mummy – are you?
Last Friday I had the ultimate honour of being the special guest on the Scummy Mummies’ Christmas special podcast.
Ellie Gibson, video player and ham-muller extraordinaire, and Helen Thorne, my favourite Australian expat are two brilliant and insightful ladies who take on the challenge of mothering armed with wit and hummus. The Daily Telegraph has called their podcast one of the best for parenting advice.
It’s no wonder – they are funny, they are filthy and they don’t hold back. We were obviously fated to become friends and it was a wonderful experience recording with them. It was boozy. It was hilarious. It was scary, thrilling and a lot of fun.
Have a listen to my mellifluous tones and let me know what you think. Among other things, the Scummy Mummies and I talked Christmas traditions, lies and bribes, blogging, Christmas robins and nipple tassles – we even sang! And the after-party nibbles were delicious too:
Check out the show via this link.
Thank you Scummy Mummies for having me. It was uh-maze.