Let’s Bowl, Let’s Bowl, Let’s Rock And Roll … Hey C’mon Let’s Get This Show On The Road
I feel like a recluse … it’s been an age since I’ve hit the West End after dark. This girl is ready to drink some sparkles and dust off the sequins.
There’s nothing like a delicious feast at an intimate restaurant. My ideal way to spend an evening, in fact. But sometimes you just want to cut loose and have some fun. For a night on the town, 1950’s style, the place to hit is Bloomsbury Bowling.
Kicking off my Choos and sliding my size 6s into those world famous bowling shoes, I was ready to make a strike or two. Unsurprisingly, my actual bowling prowess wasn’t in the least bit similar to that in my head. Nonetheless, I hit a skittle or two, and provided great entertainment not just for my party but the whole place it seemed.
Enjoying a feast of true American fare, and a touch of Karaoke (my famous rendition of Fame made another outing - at which point I really thought I WAS going to live for ever. A Margarita too many perhaps) evenings don’t get much more fun than this.
