C*L*A*S*H – A Different Kind of Night Out

Well it is now time for me to broaden my horizons.  I have decided to enter the foray of promoting my own night (slightly nicking the idea of doing an iPod Battle).  Myself and three friends decided that after entering Peanut Butter Soundclash (we went out in the first round – but had loads of fun!) towards the end of last year, we would do one ourselves.  It is called C*L*A*S*H.  Nicking the format from the Official Redbull Soundclash (though ours is no way gonna be as big with the likes of Sinden, Girlcore, Shitting Fists etc etc).  We just thought it would be a bit of fun.  Get people involved in a night, where they decide who is the king of the MP3 player.

Finally, after much begging, cajoling, bribing and arse kissing we managed to fill our quota of eight teams to battle it out to be ‘Kings and/or Queens of C*L*A*S*H’.  We also found a larger than life host comedian, film maker, musician and performance poet- Big Rich.  We hope that it is going to be as fun as we intended it to be – I know, I know, it’s a school night, and yes you all have proper jobs to go to the next day!  We thought we would start small by having it upstairs at the Kings Cross Social Club – a pub run by lovely people who are giving us the venue for free.

Like most things like this it’ll be loads of work for very little ‘reward’, but the intention is to put a smile on peoples’ faces and produce a night of fun which it will be! (Reward enough methinks!)

If you fancy coming down and whooping at your faves and booing off the bad tunes, click the flyer below (FB link) and come join us!  (It’s FREE!)

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Yeah, well

the Halloween party was ok. Yes, it was in a strip club, no, there were no strippers. The venue, Metropolis on Cambridge Heath Rd (click the image above for the ‘tour’), was pretty good.  Enough of the customary stainless steel/chrome and faux leather to make it a ‘gentlemen’s venue’; as they like to market themselves.  Although I must admit I did feel a little uneasy at the, otherwise shy and retiring, young women who acted like they never seen a lamp post before writhing and gyrating in my face round the many poles.  The occasional glance as if to say “Oi!  What you lookin’ at yeah!” from them, only made me feel more uneasy.  What do you mean what am I looking at?!  You, YOU are the one swinging round on a pole, incredibly badly I might add (not that I am a connoisseur – but I know good from bad!), checking to see who IS looking – sorry love, but you don’t get to choose who looks at you.  Besides how can you complain when I was sat here, minding my own business, chatting to my mates in this booth and you just launched yourself at the pole like a horny monkey!  Just as I had stared a girl out on one of the poles – did a shriek come out over the PA from an uber camp out of tune male DJ announcing his arrival – What was the first track?  Look at my first blog post – exactly, old Cheryl.  I did not sign up for this!  I thought this was going to be some ultra cool East London party at a strip club, sounded great on paper.  Was not expecting Cheryl Cole or Katie fuckin Perry!  What a let down!  Highlight of the night for me was, imagine the beach buggy pictured above, instead of the funny looking anorexic blonde draped over it, a skinny (a la the old Mr. Muscle) fella dressed in a head to toe flesh coloured lycra suit, gurning his little face of, with his tiny appendage on show for all to see being sprayed with a hand shower by a equally small/weedy Japanese guy dressed as Baron Samedi (equally gurney, I might add) spraying him with water while screaming profanities in Japanese – CLASSIC.  Wish I had my camera to share this moment with you all…

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