“We’re the only club event in the world where someone was rushed to hospital because they’d forgotten to take their drugs.”
“When I first started performing here,” says Elvis impersonator Conrad Hamilton, “I thought, ‘OAPs, relaxed gig, no problem’. I could not have been more wrong. It’s the only place I’ve ever had knickers thrown at me.” There’s a pause of recollection. “They were big granny’s bloomers,” he says.
The Posh Club, it has been joked, puts the disjointed hip in hipster. There are literally crutches and walking sticks left by the dance floor. They once had to call an ambulance here because a woman in her 80s was having so much fun she forgot to take her daily medication.
In any case, the point is that this event – one of five such regular pensioner shindigs run by London’s legendary alt club promoters, Duckie – is doing something truly unique: reinventing the idea of an older person’s social by refusing to do gentle and well-behaved. Here, live music, champagne and innuendo are the order of the day. All for a fiver a head.