Shellsuits & Cohibas...

On Tuesday I was dragged along to a "Cigar Party" at Carlton House Terrace Gardens, in between the Mall & Pall Mall. Not my standard night out, but with nothing better to do and a promise to see my dad before he went abroad, I reached the gig with some skepticism. Here's what I found...


First observation, a LOT of suited & booted posh people, and most of them men, not particularly surprising considering the location and theme.



In attempt to numb the pain of the stilted company I made a beeline for the bar,
where I was greeted with a limitless supply of
Havana Special gold rum miraculously being churned into a limitless supply of mojitos! Things were looking up already.



After knocking back a couple of these I was on the hustle, it was a cigar party after all, and you can't knock the hustle! So off I went on a mission to get my grubby little paws on the fattest Cohiba a girl could find, which wasn't exactly hard in there...

As I waded through the fat cats & eccentric punters I came across two things that night with any worth in reporting (and even the first one is pushing it!).


Firsly, I bring you The Poshest Porta-loos in town; fully equipped with paintings in the cubicles and hand lotion at the granite sinks, not bad eh?


And secondly, the person a cigar party wouldn't be complete without, donned in his trademark shellsuit and string vest, Sir Bad Bwoy Jimmy Saville! Couldn't resist getting a bait pic, just for you lot!

A few more mojitos and a Monte Cristo later, I was all soireed out, and my night with the Knight drew to an end.

This one's for you Inka, finally sorted my net out.
And that's all folks...J