POSH Club’s Chinese Elvis can sing! He smashed it with his Chinese eyes and glorious gold and red dragons swirling on his back. If people weren’t swooning on the dance-floor they were wiggling their ample hips against the posh dining chairs in St Paul’s Church, Upper Hackney (Stokie to you and me).
A woman felt faint but managed to beg the waiters for her champagne , a slow-dance AND a knees up with the visiting cops. Kathy showed her placard with saucy Chinese writing and won admiration from young Pelvis as Danny chased him around for any selfie opportunity. And the cakes kept a-coming.
T0day the church hall was warm and packed with seniors who’d arrived by Dial-A-Bus, hospital transport and the 149 bus. Jimmy from Scrabster was in his kilt and tam o’shanter and everyone looked as posh as could be.
Simone thrilled us with her lithe body in a leopard leotard and her marvellous ways with hula hoops, Danny treated us to home-grown jokes and The Martini Encounter wowed us with their posh voices and ukulele playing in harmonies galore.
So what was unique about this entertainment today and every Wednesday? Susan of Clapton said it and told the director that what was appreciated was that the staff mingled and linked arms with the punters for the knees-up, that the men staff offered a dance to the many single women in the room. The police passed by and popped in to see what all the noise was about and took the stage with the vicar. They never left until they too had linked arms with saucy seniors.
Elvis got the crowd singing along at the end so everyone ended on a higher than higher note.