Soho

It's love and hate with Soho.  Some weekends friends want to go out in town and I can’t think of a worse place to be other than a pit full of spiders and the actor that does the Cilit bang ads.  It' takes forever to get home if your out past 1am and basically after dark 75% of the 'revellers' are twats.

 

But last night was wonderful!  Went to Soho Revue (an old haunt from the glory days of Lady Luck every month with out fail) for a friend of a friends show.  The show was ok, got to hang out and see some burlesque, catch up with my friend and have a giggle with my lady.  On the way home I saw a bearded transvestite, a tourist starting at the bearded transvestite, a guy unconscious on the floor outside Planet Hollywood with a paramedic dressing a wound on his head, and a crowd.  A crowd of people taking photos on their phones of the unconscious guy!  

 

The pure human drama.  I sometimes I wish my life is like a film, it isn’t and that was tough to get around when I was younger (oh the disappointment that life wasn’t going to be a mixture of high drama and subtle dark humour) but one night in Soho, on a weds and life is exactly like the best film - unpredictable, dramatic and comfortable in equal measure.

 

I love you soho.