On Thursday night I dragged a work colleague to a bar in London Town. I had seen on that source of all knowledge, Facebook, that a band I had seen rather a lot in Meribel were playing. And they weren't just any band, it was Miss P's favourite band of all time, The Dominos. Now Miss P was supposed to be there but had pulled out as her Grandma was sick. I was desperate to go. I needed live music again. As a seasonaire I saw bands 3-4 times a week. Granted they were the same bands over and over again but most of them were bloody good.
So after another day of protecting the nation's great heritage, my colleague came with me on the promise of good music and good food.
I wasn't really expecting the bar where they were playing to be as upmarket as it was. I felt slightly out of place in my jeans amongst all the City Suits. But at least I had on really good shoes. While I was in the Alps my mum sent me a pair of 6 inch stiletto heels, which were, potentially the most impractical thing anyone could have in a ski resort. They were beautiful though, and I occasionally just wore them round my house. So I ventured out in them for the first time to see the Dominos. Wearing heels has become a bit of an odd concept for me after spending six months going out in very comfortable, fur lined apres boots. I didn't have to think about it, they were my old faithfuls, and meant that I could walk into town, dance and walk home, all in the snow and my feel wouldn't hurt. However comfortable, fur lined, apres boots would not go down so well in London Town amongst all the suits and city boys.
So we walked in to a very upmarket bar, sat down at a table and were slightly shocked at the lack of pub food. What we could get was very expensive platters of mini food; mini burgers, mini pies, mini sausages, mini fish cakes etc etc.
I introduced myself to the lead singer with a message from Miss P and passed on her sincerest apologies. It was nice that they honestly didn't know what a change the had made in her and I told them just how grateful I was for this. They said that when they think of Miss P they think of copious amounts of Jäger bombs. For which I think she should be proud. I noticed the band were drinking jäger bombs which made me laugh and is proof that ok habits die very hard!!
I insisted that we sat rather close to the stage as I had no intention of missing anything. Within seconds of sitting down a rather drunk man in a suit came up to me with the eternally charming line, 'iv just missed a call from my mum, do you want to speak to her?' before pressing the call button and thrusting his phone in my face. After convincing him that I really didn't want to talk to his mother he moved away. At this moment the dominos opened their set (with a rather nice, shiny, new set of lighting, I noticed this due to my previously mentioned life long desire to be a roadie!).
The drunk man started dancing. And he was the most bizarre dancer I have ever seen. He was obviously the most bizarre dancer the Dominos had ever seen because they couldn't stop watching him. He repeatedly passed his leg over a chair and wiggle his bum in a horrifically embarrassing way. He also kept grinding against a chair. He wasn't even doing it to the beat of the music. He was most definitely dancing to his own tune. And he did these same three dance moved throughout the whole two hour set.
Watching the Dominos was like going back in time. I was back in Meribel. I was surrounded by Miss P and the Rep and the Fashion Designer and the Childcare Manager. We were having the best time, without a care in the world. Singing and dancing and laughing. And no one else in that bar got it. They didn't understand what they were seeing. They didn't understand that the Dominos were the top of the top in Meribel with the best spots in the best bars. I wanted to tell them all just how privileged they were in their suits, hanging out in their over priced bar.
And it made me a little sad because these boys should be playing to crowds of people who were excited to be there. In meribel these boys were rock stars, they had to get security to stop people running on stage, and I once saw a man being dragged off them.
During the break I got up to go to the loo and ended up talking to the band, who are all nice boys, very polite, they even got me a drink, which was nice. They all asked after Miss P and knew me as 'the blogger'. I told them all that when I found out Miss P, my 18 year old innocent, quiet, nanny had started talking to them I almost stormed up to them once to tell them to be nice to her, and that if any one of them upset her I would have come down on them like a tone of bricks. Miss P had begged me not to do this so I spent several weeks quietly watching from the sidelines until I was satisfied they were nice boys. I didn't tell them that on their last night in Meribel I had to stop Miss P from stripping down to her bra and that I practically had to hold her down and threaten her. There had been a running joke that at the end of the season she would throw her bra at them (this wasn't made up by Miss P but someone else) and I had made my feelings on this very very clear and it would not have been tolerated.
It was the second half that blew me away. It was during this where they sung all the songs that had made people go wild in Meribel (except, disappointingly they didn't play Mysterious Girl which the rep requested every night and made me and her go wild). The rep once told the drummer that he was her favourite person in Meribel because he was so good at the rap in Mysterious Girl. They did sing the 'I Wanna be a Billionaire' song and changed the words to Seasonaire and dedicated it to me, after which I was over the bloody moon and text everyone I knew. They were all very jealous and I have had the song in my head ever since.
The girl I had brought with me was throughly enjoying herself but was rather shocked that I knew every single word of Stacy's Mom. The other day I watched the 50 best selling songs of the nineties with my sister and I knew every word to every song in the top 25. What can I say, everyone has to have a talent!
All too quickly it was over and I was back in London. If it had been the Ram Raid I would have hung around in the hope they would let me help pack up their van. But I thought this was a step too far as I know the Ram Raid and the Dominos would have thought I was really weird, not knowing about my roadie ambitions. At least the Ram Raid know me well enough to panda to my irritating behaviour.
I changed out of my heels and into some comfortable flat shoes to get the bus home.
So if you're in London, look up the Dominos on facebook or www.thedominos.co.uk and go see them, for they are brilliant. You might see me there, right at the front, dancing and singing. Hopefully they will be playing Mysterious Girl
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