On Friday night the lovely Ian bought Stuart and I tickets to go see confessional performance drag-artist Adrienne Howells at London's gay-friendly Drill Hall.
It was indeed a cosy show. Just twenty of us sat on sofas and armchairs, drank mulled wine, ate minced pies, listened to anecdotes and watched occasional home videos. Adrienne's relaxed conversational style was very inclusive and we all happily joined in the party games and interactive nature of the show.
We laughed too. A lot. A few more pix here.