I’m caught in a Torture Garden moment. A moment you could only have at this night. Sitting in the Erotic Cinema, the converted upper tier of seats in the Coronet Theatre, watching a blood-stained Uma Thurman glide into the snow-covered garden fight finale of Kill Bill 1, simultaneously engaged by the raucous gypsy rock n roll of the Urban Voodoo Machine a hundred feet away below, while also having the broadest range of perverts in the kingdom plonk themselves in the seats around me to pervert (the verb) in the dark as only they know how. And I’m not talking munching on popcorn and I’m certainly not trying to feed you a metaphor of them slurping straw fulls of ice cool lipsmackin’ Pepsi.
There’s always a point, as I’m sure I’ve said before, where I wonder at all the work that goes into this. Not for me, I’ve done clubnights, they’re a not a consensual pain, and pretty thankless. But here I’m thinking, they”ve got the clubnight of their dreams, do these people that put it on get time to enjoy it too? I hope so. I bet clubbers assume they do. But everytime I see one of the TG crew they whoosh past or are sorting something out. Working their latex-clad arses off. And this is why they still at the top of their game after 20 years, and I hope they continue for as long as they want.
This review of Saturday’s Torture Garden Ball will be fleshed out and posted in full on the Skin Two website with a full gallery by Daffyd Owen, the magician who did the marvellous pic featuring the magnetic Mam’zelle Maz in a Kaori’s Latex Dreams outfit, above. While you’re there do check out my blog, which I promise to pay more attention too, so please don’t crop me. Oh go on then, just a quick one. Not you, her. And I charge.
