Finally got round to going to The Pale Blue Door – it was on an off chance, a friend of mine couldn’t make it so I’d offer to go. I’d heard so many things about this amazing place that belongs to Tony Heckler – a set designer who runs a supper club at his Dalston home.
It was a cold night and we arrived to a house/ warehouse type place next to the railway line and were greeted by a drag queen who insisted my name is ‘Urine’ – and gave me the self-fulfilling prophecy of needing the toilet! Not even bullies at school called me ‘Urine’ so that was rather spicy of the young lady –
I loved her – she was amazing in her fake tits (about 8 at one point), and all her wigs and outfits – she is the character assassin of any hot-tempered high maintenance woman. And this is whom you come to see.
We were seated on a table for 2, with all this stuff, nibblitts and gadgets and hob knobs, all groups were pretty much segregated like in a restaurant. It was so cold, some people were given blankets and everyone sat in nooks and crannies. Fun.
The food…The lady also said, “The face is happy but inside, I am sad!” in her Portuguese accent – then she grinds her arse into the face of a youngish guy – whose probably loving it!! The evening was a performance, she had all her outfit changes and music to lap dance around the guests. It was mental! Very very wacky! And this is just something everyone should see for themselves.