Monday, 18 February 2013

Glamour in Glasgow

This weekend I headed north to one of my favourite cities - Glasgow.  The lure of the huge burlesque event of Club Noir was enough to make me pack my bags and head up the M6 to Scotland.  It was not the first time I'd visited Club Noir - in fact, the last time I went was way back in February 2009.  That year, as this event, was their Valentine's Night event.  

Glasgow is pretty much the same distance as London from Manchester, and with Torture Garden on the same night in London it was a difficult choice.  However, as it had been such a long time since my last visit to Club Noir, and the temptation of a much more pleasant journey north had me won over.  Maybe Torture Garden will just have to wait until the April Ball...

As mentioned, it really is a stress-free journey to Glasgow in comparison with the journey to London.  No Birmingham to negotiate past, no M1/M40 tailbacks, no ludicrous Parking Charges , ahem, and easy routes into the city centre itself. 

It was just before lunch when I arrived at my hotel, just on the south bank of the River Clyde.  In fact, it was lucky that I'd had the foresight to pre-book the hotel, as it was fully booked with people going to Club Noir and Celtic FC (just down the road), who were also playing at home.  A short walk took me into the city centre to peruse the shops.  I especially love the Princes Square Centre - surely one of the prettiest shopping centres in the UK. 

Dexi - Princes Square Centre, Glasgow
After a spot of lunch, I headed back to the hotel to, er, lie down for a bit and enjoy some Glaswegian company and hospitality and get me 'In The Mood' for the evening's entertainment... 

For the club, I decided to wear my bright red corset (bought from the 'What Katie Did' stall at the Goodwood Revival a few years ago), striped stockings and little early-20th Century style ankle boots (the theme was Valentines in Paris, so thoughts of Moulin Rouge harlots appealed!).

Dexi - Club Noir, February 2013
 As of 2009, it was a great night.  I actually think it is the crowd themselves that make this such a successful event - lots of effort made and an attitude to have a fabulous night.  It was an intriguing mix of gender, too - a rough estimation made me think that there was twice and many ladies there as men, or maybe it was just that they caught my eye more!  The music was spot-on, too - lots of sexy lounge and swing tunes to get the party started.  I was also intrigued by the short video clips that were showing on the main stage before the acts appeared - original film clips of 1950's/60's go-go and burlesque dancers.  Some of those ladies were seriously sexy and gorgeous, and the Club Noir acts, although very professional and glamorous, seemed almost tame in comparison.

Dexi - Club Noir, February 2013
 It's certainly made me think of visiting Glasgow again shortly, and perhaps exploring more of it's night-life.  When I do, I will make sure that an information page is added to my Adultwork profile and again tie the visit in with, er, getting to know some of the locals a little more intimately.

Until then, I'm back in bed in Altrincham, having another, er, lie down, so if you fancy joining me...

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Photo Freeze

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," they say.  I can sort of vouch for this, as this weekend I decided I wouldn't mind doing some more photos around Manchester one night.  It would give me a chance to do some pictures for my website and my Adultwork gallery too.  That was the 'good intentions' part.  The 'Hell' bit is when I stepped outside my house and realised how nipple-hardening cold it actually was.  Cold enough to, well, make Hell freeze over.  It didn't help that I was wearing my tiny PVC mac and only my new crotchless tights and patent high-heels to keep me 'warm'.  My photographer for the night, bless her, kept asking if I was sure about this plan as we headed into the city centre, but I can be a bit obstinate sometimes.  It was easy to be brave sat in the warm car.

First stop was Salford Quays.  We jumped out of the car on the quayside on Central Bay, and the arctic temperature very quickly stripped away any resolution to carry on.  It was only -2 °C, but felt a lot lower than that in my totally inappropriate clothing.  The term 'below freezing' will now have a new meaning for me - in my crotchless tights, I can confirm that my 'below' was certainly frozen.

One chap in one of the nearby apartments was gazing intently at our hurried photoshoot - I'm sure he couldn't see my, er, exposed areas, but he must of wondered what we were up to in that weather.  It's a shame we had to hurry back to the car after about 2 minutes, as the Quays looked especially beautiful as I looked across the water to the Lowry theatre, Media City and the Imperial War Museum (a fantastic day out, by the way - I can vouch for that, too!).  Any thoughts of continuing soon evaporated, and my resolve to continue thawed more than I did, even with the car heating on full-blast.  Oh well. I did at least get one picture that I was happy enough with, though, which is this week's Picture Of The Week on my website.

Speaking of pictures, my dear friend and expert photographer Robert Babylon invited me once again to The Gallery Liverpool, to attend the Erotic Exhibition.

I visited this last year when he showed his work, and a quick look on the Gallery's website this week brought a little surprise - a photo of me.  I had a brilliant time there last year, so accepted his invitation without delay.  Now, it's not often that a chap lets me down, but this week Robert telephoned me back - he won't be attending this year as he's going to be showing his work here instead.  Las Vegas instead of Liverpool?  No contest, especially in this bloody weather.  Sadly, there wasn't an invitation to head off to Vegas, so it looks like I may be left to visit on my own on the 22nd February.

Dexi - 2012 Erotic Exhibition, The Gallery Liverpool
I'm heading up to Glasgow on the weekend of 16/17th February, and it will be my first 'tour' for many months.  I've also, you'll be pleased to know, thawed out completely from my midnight excursions to the bitter wastes of Salford, so if you require warming up yourself, give me a call...