Sunday, 29 January 2017

The (Un)Grateful Dead

A few weeks ago I was contacted by friends asking if I wanted to attend a 'Day Of The Dead' night in Manchester.  It looked interesting - I do like the Day Of The Dead costumes and theme, and a full night of the carnival based in a large but under-cover venue (it was Manchester after all...) made things look even more enticing. A £24 ticket later, and I was looking forward to the night.

We arrived in convoy at Bowlers Exhibition Centre in the heart of the Salford industrial complex.  A queue snaked from the entrance.  Already I could see some fabulous outfits and make-up - and that was just some of the guys.  There were lots of stunning ladies to, er, admire, too, while we moved slowly forward in the queue.

It soon became evident for the reason of the queue - everyone was being searched for drugs or knives.  I've not really ever been to a mainstream event that required such indepth searches - in the rock/alternative music scene there's rarely trouble of any kind, and the fetish scene is equally well self-policed.  Nevertheless, I did put up with a thorough check of my bag and a pat-down from the female security staff - although I did hear that the guys in the group were dealt with and searched less politely.  There was an odd moment when she nearly confiscated my triangular-shaped mints thinking that they were Viagra tablets, and I had to eat four of them to show that they weren't drugs.

We were all eventually inside the cavernous interior, however, which, on a bloody cold Manchester night was... well, bloody cold inside too.  I'd chosen to wear a lace dress and not much more, but very quickly realised I'd be keeping my coat on all night.  Pounding dance music thumped from the speakers, incongruous against the Mexican Day Of The Dead themed decor of the club.  One of my female friends, a die-hard rock fan, yelled in some dismay "Fucking hell - we've come to a bloody rave...!"

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Soon, a small parade began its way through the crowd, attempting to inject some carnival-like spice to the night.  It looked very impressive actually, and there was clearly someone behind the scenes with a great eye for detail and design.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
It was a definite improvement to the proceedings, an certainly made quite a visual impression.  This lady made quite a visual impression, too - I'd certainly have offered to check her pulse and bodily functions to see if she was actually dead...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Once the parade had passed, there was some stage entertainment, which once again added to the carnival-esque atmosphere of the night...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Things were going quite well up to that point, but then someone decided that to get the crowd going they would introduce some sort of DJ/MC onto the stage.  His part in the night entertainment appeared to be shouting the same four sentences over the music, which was the same repetitive ridiculousness... "Oggy oggy oggy....", "Manchester, are you with me...", "Manchester, make some noise...", "We're gonna party through the night...", "Oggy oggy oggy..." ad infinitum.  If that is a bit cringe-worthy to read, you can only imagine how bad it was to listen to.  It was slightly ironic, too - it probably made more sense if you were off your face on the drugs that they were eagerly confiscating from people at the door.  Anyway, it was a great shame, as up until then I was quite enjoying the evening - the bitter cold notwithstanding.

There was still plenty of interesting visual things to keep me entertained, though - it was great to see so many people had made a massive effort to dress up for the night.  There was some mild confusion at one point when the thumping dance music made way for more traditional Mexican-styled carnival drumming - but as the drummers were on the dance-floor no-one beyond their immediate vicinity could see them.  So, for half an hour, we listened to a roll of drummers beating enthusiastically away for unfortunately little entertainment value - but at least the Oggy Oggy Oggy Man shut up for a while.  On the stage, by 11.30pm, there was more entertainment from a nubile trapeze artist.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
By midnight there was a brief discussion in the group and a fairly unanimous agreement - to head home.  So, with one last and appropriate look at the trapese artist who was doing the same thing, we split.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Ahead of us, other people were already leaving, too - just midway through the night - which I think is a pretty good barometer of how successful the night is.  Although there were some great little touches to the event, it is not often that I find myself totally underwhelmed - but this was one such event.  Day Of The Dead carnival or rave dance club?  It couldn't make up its mind, and fell uncomfortably between both stools.  At £24 per ticket (and no doubt in the region of 1000+ sold) I'm sure the organisers won't be too concerned, but I wonder if the event will return.  I'm pretty sure, that sadly, I won't.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

"Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now...
"
Ashes To Ashes - David Bowie

New Years Day, after my late night at Cirque for the Bollywood party, was a late start.  I still had to rouse myself from my slumber, though, as I'd made arrangements to see the lovely Caroline from Cathouse Clothing and enjoy some early 2017 entertainment courtesy of the Manchester Storm ice hockey team.

After meeting for pre-match drinks in a very quiet Altrincham, we made our way to the venue. Bizarrely, so I could sit with Caroline, I found myself sitting in the 'away' section with the Sheffield Steelers fans, even though where I work from in Altrincham is but a short walk from the home team's rink. 

It was a thoroughly entertaining evening, helped along by bursts of rock music (they seem to favour AC/DC, which was OK by me!) blaring from the rink sound system, and the action on the ice was pretty good too.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Manchester Storm ice hockey.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Manchester Storm ice hockey.
The Sheffield Steelers eventually ran out comfortable winners at 4-1, but it was definitely a great way to pass a normally-quiet New Years Day.

"Strange fascinations, fascinate me..."
Changes - David Bowie

A year ago I was enjoying some winter sun in Tenerife - and the recent cold snap made me wish I was back in the equatorial heat of the Canary Islands.  I remember waking one morning to the sad and shocking news that David Bowie had died, and sat for a while in the hotel room watching the morning news.  A year later, on the eve of what would have been Mr Bowie's 70th birthday, I found myself heading to Scary Monsters, one of Manchester's long-running club nights, for a full David Bowie tribute night.

Fours hours of non-stop Bowie greats was a wonderful way to honour the artist, and the celebration was a lovely way to light the darkness of a cold January Saturday night.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  David Bowie night.
 Finally, speaking of 'Changes', January saw my update of my website Gallery images and Adultwork profile.  I'm determined to add more to my Adultwork Private Gallery as soon as I can - it has been neglected as of late.

So in the absence of any trips to seek the sun or other ch-ch-ch-changes, it is business and service as normal - at least my bedroom frolics keep me warm and energised!

Thursday, 5 January 2017

A Spicy Start To '17

Firstly, may I wish you all a very happy New Year - I hope that the start of 2017 was a good one.  In turn, a very big 'thank you' to all those who sent lovely greetings to me over the holiday period!

For the first time in a while, I didn't get to do a hike over the Christmas/New Year season.  To be fair, the horrendous weather over last winter in the Lake District kept me away last year, too, and I'm starting to get withdrawl symptoms that can only be sated with clear fresh air, wonderful views and a long challenging walk.  That, hopefully, will be rectified soon.

So, in the absence of shocking weather this year, what stopped me this time around?  Simply the best reason - visiting friends.  I started off on Christmas Eve with a journey south to visit N and his gorgeous wife, who I haven't seen for some time - I still remember him arranging the drive over to Shelsley Walsh in a Morgan with great affection.  On Christmas Day I was chauffeured from their home south of Birmingham over to Ess & Emm to spend the remainder of the Christmas period with a houseful of friends at Banbury.

By New Year's Eve I was back home in Manchester, preparing to see 2017 in at the Cirque Club.  The evening's theme was Bollywood, which immediately meant a wardrobe issue.  Despite bulging at the joints, my wardrobe(s) are a bit sparse when it comes to demure Asian dresses.  The solution - my long sparkling silver 1970's vintage woollen crocheted dress, with (in Dexi style) a rather risqué see-through design.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
 I really love the slightly sleazy 1970's design with dashings of 1930's delicious decadence, and its now-you-see-it-now-you-don't pattern, especially when worn without a bra and very skimpy nude-coloured panties.  Indeed, I caught a few longing looks from gentlemen thoughout the night as they tried to determine if I actually was wearing underwear at all!

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
The night itself was actually fairly quiet to begin with, but a steady influx of young and polite Asians soon changed that - with the pumping and rather joyful Bollywood music keeping the dancefloor full all night.  I even had a go at the specific moves myself after being encouraged by a few lovely Asian chaps - who honored me by saying I was a rookie Bollywood dancer already.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
A great night, and a great way to see in the New Year and all that it promises.  I have my new 2017 (Bumblebee) calendar pinned up, and have already filled in quite a few weekends with events for the forthcoming year.  2016 has some great memories - I hope 2017 is as enjoyable, too - if not more so!