Well Funked

Took a while to clamber out of bed this morning, a slow breakfast. Then off to Maynard's Green to a large house with a pottery studio at the end of the garden. Here we looked at pottery tools, and Lorraine bought several things, and a twelve kilo bag of white clay. The woman there very pleasant. Also there was a little van there run by another woman, who we bought some a refreshing cup of tea and some millionaire's shortbread.

On the way home we stopped at Alfriston, at Much Ado Books, where I bought a nice book by Edward Thomas, and Lorraine bought some doilies, to press into clay among other uses. Also we sauntered into the village store, where we bought some bits and pieces, and two pasties. These proved to be absolutely delicious. Mine was a Caribbean chicken one, which was stunningly good, Lorraine had a steak one which was fab. 

Delores's birthday today. So we met Delores, already a bottle of Kylie down, and Sophia her daughter, and Asher on the platform at Seaford, but the train was cancelled, so we boofed into Steamworks where Andrew and Andy were already gathered. Kate and Lorraine left to get cars and, Lorraine drove us and Delore, Sophie and Asher to Lewes. Discussion about aliens in the car, which was fun. In Lewes we met Adele and Patrick, and Matthew, and Debbie. Let's Get Funked took place in an old church hall, and had a bit like a school disco vibe to it. Some actual  funk, but also reggae and soul, and booze being sold by two ladies from an understaffed hatch. A big wall with a  mash up of old dance routines from old films, cut with film of people dancing in Lewes projected on it.  We all danced, not the full Tom Jones on acid from me tonight, but a rum and coke sharpener helped. The poet John Agard drifted in, but I didn't say hello as a) it was really noisy, and b) he never knows who I am anyway.

A cheery night though, and we all stayed till the bitter end at 11 and drove home.

Below Sophia and Delores partying, and projections in the disco...