The ladies of WMW ventured out last night to hip new micro-boutique 40 Winks in Mile End. As far as I could fathom, the event involved dressing in nightwear, sipping cocktails from tea cups and listening to fanciful (i.e. weird) stories. Naturally, us blokes weren’t invited. Though apparently this didn’t stop half of East London’s male population whom, having got wise to the ‘girls in undies’ theme, suddenly warmed to the idea of being transported into a magical, whimsical fairytale land where they could explore their heretofore undiscovered sensitive sides. Anyhoo, Lando’s written a poem about it. I think you’ll agree, it’s enchanting stuff.

Once upon a time…

In a land far away from Clerkenwell (but still this side of Bow); there were eight lovely ladies dressed up from head to toe.

The night was young, the air was warm and excitement filled the air! The first stop was dinner… where the chefs seemed not to care. They tried to poison Jenny TWICE, with pine nuts everywhere.

‘Oh never mind,’ the ladies cried, we have far more adventurous plans… off to the wondrous 40 Winks, for gin, stories and lullabies.

Eight ladies dressed in their finest nightgowns filled the ornate rooms, they sipped cocktails from teacups, nibbled on treats – oh, they were over the moon!

Ascending the stairs to the music room, they were told such enchanting tales… midsummer nights dreams and fairies, sweet romance …Oh! More cocktails!

The opium den was to follow, where soft music flowed through our ears, our eyes were starting to fall… when Mr Carter then said adieu to us all.

The eight lovely ladies sleepily wandered home to bed, and awoke the next morning surrounded by fairies all…perhaps it was only a midsummer nights dream after all.

The End.