Jo & Sheyda’s Cyber Party, A Warehouse Venue In Tottenham Hale, 29 To 30 June 2019

Janie and I had hot tickets for a Royal Court preview on the evening of 29 June, but when Jo insisted that the cyber party she and Sheyda were to be throwing would only be getting started by the time we got to Tottenham Hale “no earlier than 23:00”, the idea of us going on to the party after theatre was very much on.

Only problem was, the party was a cyber party and Kim was very insistent that we do our bit by dressing up.

When Janie and I tried to apply our gadgetry and make up in the theoretically gender-neutral washroom facilities at the Royal Court, there was possibly more drama in that space than there had been on stage – as reported here and below…

…but we got it done in the end, with just a few thumbs up and comments from the Royal Court bar flies who saw us leave.

Janie was convinced that we’d get stopped by the police driving through North London dressed like cyber-creeps, but my guess is that, in some of the neighbourhoods we drove through, we looked totally in place.

Taking excessive chances though, we drove past Pentonville Prison:

That’s me, trying to look normal
My cyber-moll took a selfie while on vehicle look-out duty

Once we got to the right postcode (thank you, Mr Waze) it still took us a while to find the venue…until we saw some vaguely-cyber-looking people waving at us from the distance.

We donned our cyber-lights and practised our cyber-moves a little before entering the fray.

Ah, there they all are. Cyber-Daisy with Cyber-Kim, Cyber-Millie and Cyber-Becky

It was a steamy hot evening, so most people spent plenty of time hydrating (and dehydrating) with liquids, but we were up for plenty of dancing.

Young people in search of instruction should study these moves
There’s Cyber-Micky
Cyber-Jo wondering where her brother, Cyber-Max might be?
Ah!
Cyber-Sheyda briefly addressed the throng

By about 1:00, we felt a little spent, dance-moves-wise and decided to retire from all forms of cyber-dancing while we were still on top.

I thought that I had been a big hit with the girls and that my cyber-moll in particular would be in awe of me, but unfortunately she found true love elsewhere that evening:

Size isn’t everything, you know.

Still, we both had a super time and I’m sure Cyber-Daisy must be happy with her new chap. As one of the gang explained to me, as I disconsolately left the venue

That new chap doesn’t answer back as much as you do, Cyber-Ged!

If you want to browse all of the photos we took that night, the link below takes you to a Flickr album with the whole lot of them: