Joan a former dancer sips her sherry, elegantly. She reminisces wistfully about the glittering world of London’s dance halls in the 1950s. Cha cha cha, samba, jive, and rumba – that was more her cup of tea. She loved the amazing, swirling gowns, and the colourful world of competitive ballroom dancing.
Her friend Dot has a different tale to tell. She was ‘born and bred’ in Hoxton and used to work in a cardboard box factory in the East End. She can still smell the glue. As a small child during World War II she escaped the Blitz and got evacuated from London to the wilds of rural Wiltshire.
Tom on the next table says he was in the Royal Air Force (RAF). He got to travel the world and lived in a string of exotic places. He has a stash of traveller’s tales and a penchant for Singapore Slings. What’s his favourite cocktail tonight? Coke with a dash of rum.
Meanwhile, Hilda is happy and smiling. She sings along to the vibes of anything and everything. Her favourite colour is blue, says she likes heavy metal music, and can’t stop dancing. Her enthusiasm is infectious.
The music changes. It’s Frank Sinatra. George gets to his feet, grabs the microphone and gives us all an amazing rendition of ‘My Way’.