If choosing to choose life is about anything, it is about saying 'Yes' to the opportunities that present themselves, the opportunities to live rather than just exist. So when I heard that Craig Charle was bringing his wheels of steel to Darlo, I wasn't just choosing life, I was choosing funk.
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| Craig Charles - good crack. |
There were other considerations to, erm, consider. How would the 11pm - 4am opening hours suit the wife and I compared to our usual ten pm horlicks and bed routine? Would our middle aged-ness make us stand out when surrounded by the kidz with their ridiculous hair cuts and overly tight trousers?
When it came down to it I couldn't give a funk. This was Craig Charles, the man who put the fun into funk, the soul into insolent and the widespread drug and alcohol abouse into Coronation Street.
So, without further ado tickets were purchased, sequins were hastily attached to chunky knit cardigans, and before we knew it we were waking up from our pre-clubbing nap ready to feel the funk.
And what a night - curry at Reema, champagne cocktails at Darlo's new Champagne bar followed by slices of funk so thick they would choke a donkey. My funk muscles were aching as we wearliy made our way home just shy of the 4am close, the funk running in our veins, and the prospect of a quick horlicks before bed looming large as we got closer to home.
Choosing life was the right choice.
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