Hang the DJ
It’s not often that I get to dress up and go to a posh event, but this is what happened last week on my Birthday. I was lucky enough to end up at a Ball in the Randolph Hotel in Oxford where I was required to hire a dinner jacket and have a shave.
As you can see from the photo I look like a waiter, but it did feel rather good to be done up in the best bib and tucker.
Due to privacy issues I should probably refrain from mentioning too much about the event, but I will say that it was a huge amount of fun. I particularly enjoyed the food, which was simple but delicious, and that fact that I got to strut my stuff on the dance-floor. My efforts at dancing clearly showed that I have limited rhythm and poor limb co-ordination. My girlfriend’s bleeding toe can testify this.
My Yorkshire instincts came to the fore when we found out how much the drinks were in there. A pint of Guinness was the best part of £4 and a bottle of Pinot Grigio came out at nearly £19. Luckily there was one of those Sainsbury Local stores around the corner and we manage to sneak in a small bottle of vodka. Cheeky, I know.
It was disappointing when the disco finished but we had a great time and I hope to be doing this again.