Since there were a few people in town visiting for Ness's birthday and the fact most of us had taken the Monday off work due in attempt to go to Wimbledon (more on that later) we decided it was about time that we hit up London's most notorious Sunday Session - The Church.
Infamous for the amount of Aussies and Kiwi's that bombard this event dressed up in extravagant costumes in the middle of a Sunday, The Church is well known for its absolute absurdity. Founded in the 1970's The Church used to be held literally in an old church before it was moved along several times to different locations. As far as we know the main goal of the day is the same - get trashed, sing power ballads, dress up like moron, laugh at the dodgy comedians, whistle at the strippers and basically just be a right ol' bogan. Yes even in the depths of London you can find yourselves surrounded by bogans.
I can imagine a few of you are thinking 'How on earth can this be fun?' and to be honest I was kind of thinking the same thing. I mean I didn't come here to necessarily hang out at the Walkabout (an aussie chain of pubs) every weekend but sometimes you just have to go with the masses! The church is probably only something I would do once so I figured I would go with the rest of my crew.
For dressing up for The Church there really aren't many rules and you see people in all sorts of get up from Where's Wally's to animal suits to gladiators to superheroes. The weekend we decided to go there was a Toga party which made our costumes really easy. A cheap sheet cut to shreds and leaves picked off a bush - 5 mins later we had our costumes and a couple of drinks down us before heading off.
We got straight in there and went to the bar where we found out that £10 gets you 3 pints. Bargain. The best part is they just pull the pints out of big crates with ice, put them in a plastic bag for you to carry around and send you on your way. Classy!
The place was chaotic - was completely dark and completely packed with some pretty good music being belted out (of the speakers and all the drunk peoples voices singing along) and we were just drinking and chatting and dancing to the side before we got entertained by a stripper. Crazy! That they actually put a stripper on the stage for a couple of hundred pissed people both female and male to watch. They also put on a comedian and a magician (who had performed on 'Britain's Got Talent') but mostly the entertainment was watching everyone else.
The bags of beer went down pretty smoothly and it wasn't long before we were all on the dance floor creating havoc with the rest of them. Togas were coming off left right and centre (thankfully mine had stayed on!) and a whole bunch of other shenanigans like dancing on the stage (yes I am guilty!) and getting into dance battles with Smurfs. The shenanigans continued until closing time at 4pm where we were all sent outside into the broad daylight which stung our eyes and quickly sobered us up!
The official after party is over at the Shepherds Bush walkabout however we decided to give that a miss as we were already pretty far gone and most of us had to attempt the early morning queuing for Wimbledon the next day. We grabbed some food, sobered up and went back to Azza's place for a few more casual drinks. Where about four of us (yes, me included) fell asleep on his couch.
What can I say - it certainly wasn't the classiest or clean event I have been to this summer but I have to tell you it was a lot of fun. Sometimes you just want to sing a power ballad with a can of beer in your hand ok? And if you can't revert to being an Aussie bogan in a city of foreigners occasionally then when can you?
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