This happened a few years ago now, but still remains fresh in my memory and is one of my go to images in ‘the bank’ so to speak. Back then on Friday nights I used to DJ at a club in Shoreditch, East London called ‘Catch’. It was about as far from a super club as you can get and more just a room above a bar really but it was good fun and normally got a good crowd in of Friday night revelers.
The night in question I’d just finished playing and I was heading to the bar passed a gaggle of a few girls. Out of nowhere a drinking straw flew through the air and hit me in the face. The girls I’d walked by quickly turned round in a fit of giggles. I approached them in mock admonishment, and we quickly got talking. They were heaping praise on my DJing skills (I didn’t have much skill to speak of but playing songs to wasted people shuffling around the dancefloor isn’t that hard). The girls were all in their early twenties by the looks of things. Jo, Kate and Tiger (apparently her real name) were all reasonably cute. Jo was doing most of the talking, but Tiger was the one that immediately caught my eye. Short, darkish red hair, petite body, cute face with dimples and a mischievous look about her. She was wearing black wet look leggings and a black baggy wool sweater with slivery strands in it.