My birthday this year coincided with Vintage at Southbank. We went along lured by a cheapo ticket offer, and a Friday off work. I had a great day but it wasn't really anything to do with the festival itself - more the fun of the Southbank in the sunshine, and some very lethal cocktails.
This picture is taken from the roof of the Royal Festival Hall, we had a very pleasant time exploring all of the beach hut installations.
A tasty snack from Dishoom's chowpatty beach got the thums up.
The first round of cocktails in Skylon where we enjoyed pretending that we were in Mad Men, before we fell off our bar seats. Mr S' choice on the left is the Gorbachev cocktail (a nod to one of the first things he asked me when we met: "who is your favourite Russian leader?" Trying to show off I went for Khrushchev - he's a Gorbachev man, but thankfully we made it past that initial stumbling block). I went for a more delicate, though unfortunately unseasonal, June.
A few more cocktails later and we staggered home - via a hopefully unwitnessed spin around the dance floor of the Soul Casino area. Enough to give us vintage (hee hee) headaches the following day.
Saturday's celebrations were a lot more civilised with a visit to Soho's Secret Tea Room. More pictures to follow hopefully very soon.