One night at Bethnal Green Working Men’s club and you’ll wonder why you’ve never been before. With a mixture of polite bodyguards and all sorts of folk, there’s a friendly and fun atmosphere as soon as you pay up on the door.
We joined the Japanese fundraiser in the main room where an interesting and not all in tune band played their favourite list of rock songs. A confused looking transvestite donned the middle of the stage, eyeing up the male counterparts in the audience and appeared like a curious character throughout the set.
My gang then wandered downstairs to discover a small room packed out with people dancing their hearts out to Michael Jackson tunes – his videos were played on a projector and everyone was at least 5 steps behind but it was amazing fun copying the King of Pop!
Running back upstairs, we walked into a strange bondage act – I say strange but what I really mean is uncomfortable, with most people confused as to why a middle-aged man was tying rope around a woman with her chest hanging out, and then eventually tying it around her neck. Most of the audience had the same bemused look as me until I looked at a few men taking photos frantically. Light relief was needed and we moved to the top floor to play table tennis, before coming back to dance to random Japanese and rockabilly tunes.
This was definitely an intriguing evening and I’d visit again…but less of the bondage next time!
We joined the Japanese fundraiser in the main room where an interesting and not all in tune band played their favourite list of rock songs. A confused looking transvestite donned the middle of the stage, eyeing up the male counterparts in the audience and appeared like a curious character throughout the set.
My gang then wandered downstairs to discover a small room packed out with people dancing their hearts out to Michael Jackson tunes – his videos were played on a projector and everyone was at least 5 steps behind but it was amazing fun copying the King of Pop!
Running back upstairs, we walked into a strange bondage act – I say strange but what I really mean is uncomfortable, with most people confused as to why a middle-aged man was tying rope around a woman with her chest hanging out, and then eventually tying it around her neck. Most of the audience had the same bemused look as me until I looked at a few men taking photos frantically. Light relief was needed and we moved to the top floor to play table tennis, before coming back to dance to random Japanese and rockabilly tunes.
This was definitely an intriguing evening and I’d visit again…but less of the bondage next time!
Love your first blog post! So glad u finally got to the BGWMC! Nothing like it x
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