Rock and Roll dancing?

They do DID something called Ceroc at Folkestone Pavillion, but I have seen a rock and roll club at The Brewery Tap on Tontine Street... good luck.

UPDATE: Look out, it's no longer there:

we visited the folkestone pavilion to attend the ceroc class but it was all closed up and hasnt hosted the ceroc classes for some months!! i then telephoned their sister restaurand in Hythe to be told the same thing. please can you amend your details to stop further ceroc fans travelling to the wrong venue on the wrong evening

4 Oct :: 2007 :: Comment / reply

Quiet night in Folkestone

Saturday we went on a bit of tour of Folkestone, just to remind us and our visitor Emma of some of the less salubrious joints in town. We were originally going to head into Hythe and get a curry, but Emma already had a dinner lined up, so decided to cook ourselves up a Mexican feast at home and then just stay local. Was this the best idea? I'm not sure... the feast was mighty, ate a bit too much though, and this made me abit sluggish for the evening.

We started off in Harvey's, a favourite hangout of Clare's when she was a youth. It's a bit rough in there, but I'm sure it's great if you know people. They have a few beers on and have all the facilities like pool, darts, table football etc, but it wouldn't be my first choice of pub. FAR too much repetition on the jukebox too (Hard-fi, Hard-fi, Libertines, Hard-fi, etc), so one drink and we're off...

Next stop The Leas Club. Almost. We had a look inside, it was lively enough, but it had the air of a youth club, so didn't fancy that much. This was the first place we saw people in fancy dress too. For Hallowe'en, don't you know.

We planned to check out The Skuba bar, but walked the wrong way on some kind of auto-pilot, in the general direction of the harbour, so missed this out. Had a few games of pool to the strains of a DJ in The Ship, then on to a fairly ropey hallowe'en band in The Mariner. Ended up at The Brewery Tap, which was lively and full of youths, with a great DJ and things, but I had a really bad pint of dirty arse water there, which ended the night on a bum note.

No stop in at Chambers you'll notice, it wasn't entirely that we chose the worst places in town on purpose, but they did have a fancy dress do there on Saturday night, and it was pay to get in, and we weren't going to dress up, and so on. Bah humbug.

We did hear from Clare's bro who was in Keppel's bar, on our recommendation, with Clare's dad. And it was rubbish. The place was dead, only two or three other people in the whole place, which is surprising, as it's great there. The whole of town feels a bit quiet on a Saturday, I think that's everyone's night for going to a real "event", rather than just out for a drink.

Not a good weekend of pubbing all told really.
I went round the inlaws today with a view to cutting their lawn. This job was already done so I got lumbered with trimming the hedge into some sort of box shape. This must have used muscles in my arms that have never been awoken before, as after I couldn't operate my hands at all, not even to lift a cup of tea up to my mouth... what a weed! How do you exercise these dormant muscles? Without doing regular gardening work I mean.

Busy week lined up, third round for a job opportunity tomorrow, that sounds fairly hopeful, then off for popbitch drinks afterwards somewhere in Soho. Tuesday I'm going for drinks in London again, with the people I'll be working for next week this time though, so somewhere around Spitalfields sort of area.

Reading: Bones and Silence.
Watching: House.
Eating: Chilli pie, with leftover accompaniments from yesterday, including fabulous home made guacamole. Folkestone market is rubbish, but you can't argue with five ripe avocados for a pound.

2006 :: Comment / reply

Splish Splash!

Boozetastic weekender in Folkestone, starting off with a shock drink in London! I rarely go out in the week any more, but popped in The Mynt Rooms for one with work chums, nice place, flash but comfortable, no ales but one pool table. Then, ONWARD, to Charing Cross and to the flat. A quick tea of penne arrabiata and then more pubbing. Tried Wetherspoons for a change. I thought it was meant for old gits, big range of cheap ales and no music, but it was heaving with let's say fresh-faced punters. So, off to Chambers... Usually on a Friday they have funk based DJ action, but this time it was ACE old school alt.disco, Beastie Boys, The Who, dry ice and dancing. Undoubtedly there was some Janes Addiction and Pixies at some point, though I didn't actually hear them. Pool table was vacant too. Got beat once by one of the victors in last week's quiz, as it turns out they play different rules to us... Two shots on the black? I ask you...

Saturday AM didn't bring the expected mushroom hunt, instead we snoozed late. Popped to Sandgate to sort out a new fireplace from Country Warmth, which I'm excited about. Ran out of time to check out the antique shops there, so as to be back for the England Wales game. I thought everyone was saying Wales were in with a chance?

Saturday evening was much anticipated, a boys night out for me, while Clare had a girls night in. Wine and new hairstyles for them, beer, pool and nearly some dancing for us. Nearly... Started in Chambers, where else, then on to The Brewery Tap. Weird place, full of Teds there for a rock'n'roll night. No ales, and a bit rough, but again a pool table. Too many kids in there, but at least they were with their parents and not drinking.

Pikers was as it always is, but cheaper for some reason, had a few drinks and then back to a mate's for a few more. Mates were horrified that I intended to walk home the ten
minutes or so through Cheriton, instead of getting a cab, but I was feeling brave. Carrying a saucepan with me gave me the extra edge I think, it had been lent out since the last mushroom expedition.

Despite being on pain of death not to wake Clare up when I got in, she didn't get in until I was fasto, and what did she do..? Lover, are you awake? ARE YOU AWAKE??? Oh, you are!

Toilet overflow is pissing out of the flat, so had some brief interaction with the neighbours, and then some panic looking for the stopcock. Have shut everything off and will keep my fingers crossed the plumbing fairies visit before I'm back in two weeks.

Bus replacement service back to London, so got a lift to Gashford instead, makes a speedy journey back to London Bridge. Roll on the high speed rail link. Mr de Haan, can you speed this on any?

pauly :: 2004 :: Comment / reply