I went to the Slug in Wimbledon on Saturday for a lasagne and hopefully some garlic ciabatta, but at 8pm was confronted with disco music and massive screens showing pop videos.
Being a bit of a hip-shaker, I abandoned the groans of my ample stomach and strided on in there. The punters were in their thirties, striving to maintain their youth with some vigorous wiggling. The atmosphere was refreshingly unintimidating and the videos enhanced matters considerably.
The venue is smallish providing a pleasant intimacy that enabled me to approach a few unsuspecting girls. My overall impression was that for a golden oldie like me this could prove to be a goldmine. Instead of having to endure the usual banter, which only confirms that ageism is as prevalent as ever, the Slug actually caters for the more mature wiggler.
Not only that, if they have the music and videos on full throttle as early as 8pm, they quite rightly anticipate that I want to be in bed by 11pm. In fact by 10:45pm I was absolutely exhausted from nearly three hours of wiggling.
I promptly rewarded myself with a whopper at the nearby Burger King!