Disco Dancing Baby Stylie
The last time I spent a Sunday afternoon disco dancing was the Summer on 1992. That time it was on a sunny Greek Isle, fuelled entirely by Ouzo. Until yesterday that is, when the Munchkin, the Husband and I found Baby Loves Disco, and baby, she sure does.
At 2 pm we headed off to the Clapham Grand for an afternoon of dancing, and perhaps even a sherbet or two for the Husband and I. What greeted us was beyond our wildest dreams. A proper disco floor, lit from underneath in multicoloured squares of light, bubbles, smoke machines and lasers were just some of the things that helped keep us amused. The Husband headed to the bar, returning with a pint and a half of Stella in plastic beakers - I felt like I was 18 and at the Student Union again, which was a surprisingly nice feeling. As for the Munchkin, there were treats galore thanks to Organix and Heart FM, not to mention Naomi Timperley, the woman responsible for bringing BLD over to the UK.
Three sips of my Stella and I was ready to boogie. The Husband and Munchkin were a little more apprehensive. As I started to throw my moves the Munchkin pulled me back of the dance floor shouting ‘Away’. I was overjoyed. To embarrass your child at such a young age I think is pretty impressive. It of course didn’t stop me and before long we were all on the dance floor shaking our booty.
The last time I heard Salt n Peppa’s Push It was at my wedding. As the Husband and I turned to leave, we were confronted by our mothers thrusting their pelvis’ on the dance floor. It’s taken years to get over it, only to see our two year old thrusting to the same tune yesterday. While equally as unsettling, I doff my cap to Miss Salt and Miss Peppa - they sure as hell have one toe tapping tune there. The standard didn’t drop once, every song a belter making it far easier to shake your think in such a sober state.
We sadly made a small mistake with the Munchkin’s attire. It being our inaugural trip we didn’t think to pay much attention to what she was wearing. What-a-mistake-a-to-make-a. Many of the kids were dressed up for an afternoon on the town. Fairies, witches, and pirates outfits galore. I even spotted a crocodile too. As the Husband said, the Munchkin looked like the kid who’d had the call last minute.
Much amusement was found watching the dance floor. Small people are just funny, in particular toddlers. In many ways it was no different from the adult clientele on a Saturday night - there were girls squabbling over dancing partners, and boys over the free orange juice (free trade of course), a lot of falling over and the odd tear too. Forward on 16 years and they’ll all be there doing the same thing.
We’re undoubtedly going to become regular fixtures - I honestly didn’t realise there was this much fun to be had on a Sunday afternoon.