But then The Cat materialised and wanted a lift to the station. I returned to a text from The Cat's Mother that she was nearly at the station after her evening. Naturally I went to pick her up. Except she had jumped in a cab. Even before the snow fell, it was a little frosty.
Saturday daytime was taken up with rehearsals for The Chinese New Year's Parade, before we headed off to a card evening with friends and around thirty two other people. I hate cards. And I didn't know the rules for whist. So whilst consuming large quantities of slow-roast pork belly I drank gallons of red wine. In my head I was the funniest person there.
And then the early start for the Parade. There were supposed to be changing facilities...but the women had taken over the men's tent, as well as their own, and got all arsey when we started taking our trousers off in front of them. So we retreated and I decided that rather than undress in the road whilst getting soaked by the rain, I would get into costume in a telephone box. I can assure you a telephone box just of Trafalgar Square on a Sunday morning is not somewhere you want to be for long.
Eventually the parade started and we were mobbed by a vast crowd...it was fabulous, although a little un-nerving. We went up from Trfalgar Square, along Charing Cross Road, down into Sftsbury Avenue and then along into China Town. Unlike the Olympic Stadium there was literally no distance between us and everyone watching...with all those cameras going, I began to understand what it must be like to be famous. We all loved it! We did our choreography...but remarkably someone managed to take this just as we were having a rest!
At the end we cut off and relived our performance in Leicester Square, gathering quite a crowd. All good fun if a little damp and freezing
