D.I.S.C.O!

Had a great time at Baby Loves Disco yesterday. The journey was almost as much fun, we took the train to Waterloo (each stop Joe shouting, This is Waterloo?) and then a taxi to Pacha's new home in Victoria. If you can imagine a chic Ibiza club, given a London edge then filled with crazed toddlers, you've got the picture! We managed to get a booth which was edged with metal beaded curtains. Most of the children were obsessed with the potential of the curtains rather than anything else but I can see how they'd work for an adult crowd. By about 3.30 most of the clubbers had reached boiling point and it became a much mellower less frantic place after that. The DJ also calmed down at this point and played some great old house and classic (not plastic) disco tunes and forgot about Queen and the Village People - both of whom my two loved I'm sad to say! But by the end of the day they had seen there was a better way. Joe and Sylvie had a great time bobbing about to the music and making friends, Joe was particularly attracted to the dancefloor. The upstairs bar was a buffet for the children and there was much stuffing of Orla Kiely/Mulberry handbags with all the free booty. Expensive baby sling one upmanship occurring too - most entertaining. And there was a bar for the grown ups - phew. So we stayed till the end and had a great time - photos are on Simon's phone so I'll get him to transfer them here.