‘NO WAY’ was my first thought when I was invited to a disco at The Conservative Club in Bridport.
How it happened then, that I ended up Frolic-ing last night, I’m not sure.
Tory HQ looked distinctly un-Oliver Letwin, decorated with feather boas, vinyl records hanging from the ceiling, giant posters of John Peel and Simon Callow but, weirdly, no glitter ball.
After paying the £3 to get in, there’s a poking ceremony with a giant plastic Flintstones club – but only if you’re new.
The music is a mix of classic floor-fillers and instant floor clearers (when the niche stuff comes out) but the vibe is fun and friendly, the dancing is unfettered by self-consciousness or talent and in true Bridport style, everyone is out to have a good time.
I will be going back.
Frolic – 13 October, Conservative Club, North Street, Bridport.
Editor’s Note: Lady Blah Blah is a Bridport mother who does not currently wish to be photographed Frolicking. Let’s just say that for now.