My old friends from the Guildford School of Acting got together in the Union Club in Greek Street (thanks Paul!) to compare grey hairs, pot-bellies and war-stories from our marriages, divorces and other relationships. We were also honoured by the appearance of our former principal Michael Gaunt and head of first year Ian Ricketts. We had a fabulous time, which stretched into the evening when we stumbled over the road into the nearest pub.
I shot some bits of video especially for those luvvies who weren’t able to make it – I hope these give a flavour of what it was like and give you even more encouragement to come along next time.
A bunch of folk starting with Ian Tolmie
Another bunch of folk starting with Darren Ruston
Adam Tedder (and me)
No, this wasn’t a queue for the Marshall Street Clinic in Soho. Wash your minds out with soap.
There’s a reality TV show (well, ‘reality’ might be stretching it a little) called WAGs boutique being filmed over the road where a group of young women who have some relationship to a sportsman get to run their own fashion business with a shop off Carnaby St. For some reason hundreds of other (presumably less fortunate) young women (and a few guys) were lined up over the street and being admitted in small groups. I assume they are going to have the thrill of meeting some of these superstars and end up on ITV2.
I saw Tamara Beckwith in one of the shops as I passed. I think I’d prefer a trip to the clinic myself.
Today I had lunch at the Stockpot in Old Compton Street. I ordered Chicken Madras and a Diet Coke and got the above pictured Cornucopia of c-word food.
It was a Chicken Curry which included Courgettes, Corn and Carrots, not to mention the Carrots, Cabbage and Chips on the side. Sadly my taste buds were inadequate in discerning how much Cumin or Coriander had been included. In the pictures you can see some of the Condiments also on the table and the second picture has some added Cucumber, offered by my dining partner who’s name *definitely doesn’t* start with a ‘C’.
Oh and we sat in the corner.
So, the first weekly Social Media Club meetup – Thursday Night is Social Media Night – was obviously too soon for many people. In fact everyone except me 🙂 I waited for about 45 minutes and then walked on my own from the John Snow down to Green Park to get on the tube home, taking pictures on the way which are now in the Social Media Club London Group Pool.
I know I’ve taken to calling myself a Social Media Tart, but I didn’t expect that to extend to me standing alone on a street corner outside a pub in Soho, trying to catch the eye of young-ish men who looked like they might have an interest in photo-sharing…
I’m all ready to do it again though. This week we’re going to do some podcasting, somewhere in Central London. Suggestions welcome on the wiki for a venue or location that’s quiet enough to gather and record audio, but not somewhere where we’ll get shhhhed.