Busy at Wellingborough

On Friday night I again took Lynn to Wellingborough. (Lavinia can’t make it because it’s a Friday, unfortunately.) Also present were Pam & Clive and Barry & Elaine. And, much to my surprise, the club was much, much busier than last time. As you may recall, last month the club was basically dead. There was maybe two-dozen people in the entire place, which for such a big hall is nothing. But not this time! Whilst there was still no shortage of entirely empty tables, they did seem to be outnumbered by occupied tables.

It seems this is due to the band. Last time it was supposed to be Brandie & the Bad Cats, but they were replaced at the last minute by a group of nobodies. They were OK, but they didn’t exactly set the place on fire. This week, as billed, we had The King Cats. These guys got the joint properly rocking. I mean, when we arrived at 9 the place was already much more alive if only due to the volume of people. Already lots of people were on the floor dancing. But when the band came on and started playing, they put out a good vibe, got the place jumping.

As per usual, Lynn kept me stocked with drinks. I love the way J₂O comes in a spectrum of different flavours with names like Banana & Pomegranite, and yet they all taste nearly identical. And, fortunately, they taste nothing like fruits, or I wouldn’t be able to drink them! By the end of the evening, I had quite a little stack of empty bottles in front of me.

The dancing itself was a little frustrating. The floor was kinda crowded — not nearly as bad as Far Cotton, or even Ashton, but still a bit tight if you want to do anything fancy. And I wasn’t weren’t able to recapture that vibe we had the first time I danced there with Lynn, with me leading, and her all excited about being able to do all these new moves, and me all excited guiding her along. Maybe I was just expecting too much? I don’t know. We had a great time anyway.

Towards the end of the evening I got to the point of being too tired to dance, which was even more frustrating! I guess because I’m not in dance classes all week I’m loosing my stamina. It’s interesting that with all the dances I’ve been to, I’ve yet to recapture the boundless energy of that life-changing first dance at Roade. Man, what a night that was!

While I was there, I also managed to buy the next issue of Maggie’s Blue Suede News. But not without getting chatting to Mike. Now Mike is one of the people who once he starts talking to you, it’s almost impossible to make him stop talking so that you can leave! (Or even just get a word in.) Nice guy, just very talkative. He tells me the Roade event is probably staying at Ashton permanently. (And why not? Seemed like a nice little club to me.) And he’s still bragging about this French band coming back in December. (Apparently they booked themselves!)

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