It’s been a bizarre and lovely few days since I returned from Florence. After a quick return home to sift through emails and post out items, and after a delicious Latte Macchiato (my new ‘thing’) at the highly recommended Belmondo cafe in Orpington, I shuttled myself across South London to Bromley’s very dinky (as the name might suggest) Little Theatre to attend a performance of Cleo, Camping, Emmanuelle and Dick (originally a National Theatre production about, unsurprisingly, the Carry On films). I haven’t been to an am-dram production of anything for a seriously long time, and I was pleasantly surprised.
Despite the heat and the patchy performance (I’m being kind there) from one cast member who-shall-remain-nameless, it was a rather good, clean, fun evening out. The actress playing Barbara Windsor deserves special mention for perfecting Babs’s delightful giggle and for successfully recreating the bikini-popping scene from Carry on Camping.
I was attempting not to recreate such an event on Saturday when Five Bloggers Went Pimm’sing in London.
Wendy, Kate and Margaret have blogged about the event already, and I was brilliantly useless as ever with my lack of camera facilities, so please do take a look at their blogs if you want to see how frazzled I was looking – even with my cut-out Lee Bender sundress. I don’t do heat very well. Pimm’s does a mighty fine job of cooling you down though, as does the great gloomy British pub. Al Fresco? No thank you. I should like a dark, damp corner please…
It was ever so lovely to meet Margaret, Winnie and Disneyrollergirl for the first time, and as delightful (if not more so because there were no irritating children or waiters around this time) as last time to see the lovely Wendy and Kate.
For both these sweaty post-Florence events I managed to completely forget to take my fan. I purchased on my birthday in dizzy desperation, and it was definitely the best €4 I’ve ever spent. The best €2 you could ever spend would be on Florence’s very own black and white photobooth, which is positioned near the Santa Maria Novella train station. It’s nicer if you just ‘happen’ upon it, but you can look these things up online as well. Click the photo to become a ‘fan’ on facebook. A-ha-ha. I am funny.
6 thoughts on “Cleo, Camping, Bloggers and Pimm’s”
It was great to meet you too, and I didn't think you looked frazzled at all! Hope I didn't exhaust you with too much vintage quizzing; it was such fun gossiping about 30 year old scandals and feuds 🙂
I thought you looked lovely! And you're going to keep me informed about that Ossie Clark you were talking about, right?
You didn't look frazzled in any shape or form! It was such a great afternoon. Also, that Pimms poster is fantastic!
Oh no!! Now it looks like I'm fishing for people to tell me I didn't look frazzled. Arghhhhhh. Well thank you all for being so lovely and…errr, whoops! I was trying to find a Pimm's poster which I hadn't already scanned but none of my piles of Vogues gave me anything new (aside from one about falling in love, which I decided wasn't really appropriate!!)…so I figured a repost of a Foale and Tuffin-dressed one was in order!
I am coming to the belief that Pimms is evil.It's deceptively strong and often leaves me incoherent and rambling (not that anyone can tell the difference!)
It must be a girl thing as I hated my photo too, and thought my face looked like a big dough ball with two raisins punched in for eyes. The advantages of being behind the camera!