Mum's day out and date night

Mum went on a shopping spree on Thursday, with Lucie and Lozzie in aid. After not buying clothes for a few years, she booked in to see a Top Shop personal shopper and spent a good few hours replenishing her wardrobe. To relieve his anxiety, Dad turned to the comfort of yoghurt and muesli before taking me to out to meet Noah and Geoff at the Saatchi Gallery. Of course, the gallery was closed for a 'private function' - a function that runs for 2 weeks, mind - and Mum returned with big bags and an empty purse.

Mum bought some fancy jeans and nice tee shirts, quite a few frocks, a cashmere-infused cardigan, and a 'it's not a rug, it's a poncho'. I think she looks beautiful in the new clothes, and the 'it's not a rug it's a poncho' has given me hope of us riding pack mules to Ceres.   

I enjoyed the afternoon in Hyde Park with Noah. Noah and his parents then came to look after me when Mum and Dad decided to neglect their parental obligations for the evening. I like Loz and Geoff, so I ate my dinner and went to bed early. Stubborn refusal in all things I reserve for Mum, Dad and Poppy Pete.

Mum and Dad were keen to see some live music. Following an internet search, Dad suggested a club called Heaven, located in central London. Dad did note that a band called G.A.Y. was playing at the venue a couple of nights this week and thought 'They must be popular'. It was only when enjoying the company of Lucie and Toby prior to the gig that Dad was informed he was about to take Mum to London's premier gay venue ... where the clientele is predominantly male ... and Thursday nights are billed as 'Porn Idol'. Once again, I am forced to question Dad's research skills, attention to detail, and grasp of acronyms.

Here's a photo of Lucie and Dad on the way to dinner before the band.

Dad wasn't too worried. The music was starting early - 7:45pm! - and Porn Idol commencing late. Besides, Dad's comfortable with his own sexuality and that of others. Yet when he returned from the bathroom with a lollipop, Mum was concerned. When Dad explained that a nice man in the bathroom had offered Dad the choice of an array of fragrances and awarded the licking stick for free, Mum was surprised at how quickly Dad had turned. 

One band, Braids, made interesting ethereal music; the headliners, Antlers, seemed to play the same song over and over. When Mum asked, with raised voice, 'Are you hating this as much as me?', Dad knew it was time to retreat from the white fluorescent lights - you know, the ones that make your white clothes glow and draw attention to the fact that your teeth are really bad - and blackened interior of Heaven, if only to escape the legions of Antler's fans that Mum had just offended. Mum organises a 3-week European sojourn with precision; Dad stumbles at 3 hours.