A Cat amongst the Hens

The latter part of that evening saw Miss Kitty meeting up with the Hens for a night out.

After numerous photo shoots, we were on our way, cackling, shrieking, flirting with strangers and generally acting like every man's worst nightmare (and fantasy).

First stop was Marsala Zone, an Indian restaurant in Soho, and to Miss Kitty's horror the entire place was illuminated as though it were in the light of some terrible day.

Miss Kitty likes the dark you see.

Anyway, the interesting selection of spicy poppadoms and chutneys pleased MK along with the cornucopia of red wine.

Miss Kitty opted for an interesting dish which seemed to contained about 8 courses! Of course, once the meal arrived on a silver platter, Miss Kitty realised that they were 8 very tiny courses. Nevertheless, interesting and pretty tasty.

After the meal, we were all stuffed and pretty merry, walking down the road, linking arms, and making our way to G-A-Y!

Unfortunately there were 'too many of us', and the doormen wouldn't let us in. So we spent the next 15 minutes convincing ourselves that the true reason was that they were afraid that we would convert the homos into heteros...yeah right!

We ended up in The Escape which was adequate, but Miss Kitty didn't know any of the songs and by that time she was tired and wanted to go home.

Fortunately, so did everyone and so MK did not get to snog a gay guy, which was her plan beforehand, but instead took the no. 1 and then the 363 bus all the way home.

A short session of In Memoriam followed...