The Hip, the Hop....

After getting wind that Mark Ronson was making a cameo at one of my favourite nights (YoYo @ Notting Hill Arts Club) I was eager to don my dancing shoes and headed down to W11 for the last hour of his set.
So many critics are quick to accuse Ronson of being a bit of a socialite who merely ‘plays some horns’ over a hand-picking of already established hits, what they fail to realise is that 1) as a live DJ, not only does he spin a cocktail of some signature tunes of our generation and B) he has actually cleverly built up a sound that is highly marketable thanks to his collaborations with most ‘up to the minute’ chart-hoggers. A gold-mine of a cherry on top methinks.
Highlight-When he dropped ‘Sir Duke’ at the very end.Lowpoint- Josephine de la Baume ‘schmoking a faaag’ in the middle of the floor. Wow what a rebel, it was so rock and roll, especially when she got frog marched out by bouncers. Cool. Hmm not so much.

The beginning......

Once upon a time, a little welsh girl named Catrin Anne was born into a quaint North Wales village. From as young as four, she was fascinated by music, pretty dresses, chips and had a compelling attraction to every single one of her Nain's (welsh for 'Gran') handbags. Never in a million did she think that if she fast forwarded to 24 years on the video tape of her life that she'd be living in the the big smoke, singing soulful sounds to the masses and most of all, be surrounded by thousands of handbags everyday in her assistant job. You could say she is the Cat that got the Cream
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