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ANOTHER WEEKEND

Another leather clad night

Received this through my slot the other day and thought it might be of interest to you.

It explains what the thingyens was going on back in 1988 in a lesser known back-street club.

[This is gonna be a long one as it's the most involved video. Ever].

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Scene opens on a dark, wet, back passage. A puddle glimmers on the floor.

Inside a banging club many rockers wave their arms around as a searchlight skips round the room trying to find some old sequinned catsuits for the Pearsons to wear.

Outside, the cop is ticking of some buxom lass with a white-blond lion's mane all dressed in PVC and leather - "Foxy Chick", as she's known.

All too quickly a serious "Classy Lady" and a smiley "Foxy Chick" scare the viewer with their too rushed appearance before the camera.

Back outside "Foxy Chick" pulls a strop and marches off from the cop-man. She's had enough and doesn't want to play anymore - she's too tough for this law type stuff.

A mean, slim guy stands against a wall impatiently looking at his Rolex as rats scurry round his feet - Sunningdale has really gone down hill. 'Where's that bus?' he thinks to himself.

"Foxy Chick" glides down a badly lit back lane. (Where is this place? Gotham City?)

"Groovy Gal" fleetingly appears being followed by some well dodgy bloke in a camel hair coat. (Is it Mel Bush?)

"Foxy Chick" and "Groovy Gal" merge in the back lane and punch the air a lot.

Buster Pearson sits on the floor and sips out of his bottle of Brasso.

Cut to inside the club. The "Hard Rockers" as they like to be known these days as doing aerobics on a fairly dimly lit stage.

Back outside "Classy Lady" is followed by two mental men on a Harley who try to scare her. But she's tougher than them and throws them a look.

Some fringed beast has a dancing fit in silhouette.

"Foxy Chick", "Groovy Gal" and the mean man from the wall with the rats are strutting down the back lane.

Back inside "Foxy Chick" seems to be trying to wind up a generator of sorts.

Outside (again) the newly formed trio are almost joined by two prostitutes/tarts who appear out of a doorway.

Back on stage (it's back and fore here, innit?) "Foxy Chick" is doing semaphore to attract the crowd's attention.

Then the classic legend "Another Weekend" in red neon is unveiled to the viewer in the backstreet B&B window (in case you had no idea what was going on).

So what's going down in this film titbit of Pearson life? Well, it seems that Stedman found the local chapter of Hells' Angels and nicked all their gear to show them that it could all be worn with class and decorum. In a bid to show it off they have hired the local 'Blue Oyster' leather bar and are entertaining the troops, Cher-style.

The trio enter the club (but weren't they just onstage?)

"Classy Lady" has stunned the two mental men bikers into non-movement and escapes while they thaw from her stare. She joins the trio just as they are meanly and moodily strutting into the club.

[Question: where the freakin 'ell is Delroy?]

Onstage the fivesome whirl round like windmills showing everyone how the fringes cause a nice breeze to cool down the crowd - how nice.

Suddenly Delroy is with the pentet (?) as they are ushered into the club past the bouncer.

Then it breaks down into a flurry of kicks, twirls, hair and fringes. 58 cows, 49 shaggy dogs, 37 goats and 28 hairdressers were harmed in the making of this video, viewers at home.

The Posse girate and strut to the sound of their new toon but only one side of the crowd seems to be paying any attention (it seems the actual fans have been kept at the far end from the camera).

Then, pre-empting Peter Kay's skit of family weddings, the Posse slide on their knees (the piece of them taking 20 minutes to get back up is kindly edited out). Hee-ho-ha-hoo-huh-hee!

There is lots and lost of air punching going on and then we have the close ups where they get to show off their make up. Woo-hoo-chu-ha-huh-huh!

The part of "Whadoo I do-o-o-o, when I look at you-oo-oo" is synchronised nicely with "Classy Lady" Doris turning to look at some greasy biker guy in a bandana (what was Buster thinking allowing that?!) Huh-ha!

There is more hair being chucked about and lots of rocking motions. It's all getting a bit repetitive. Cha-huh-hoo-huh!

There is more hair being chucked about and lots of rocking motions. Cha-huh-hoo-huh!

Then there's a nice bit where they almost do star jumps (5 STAR, see, geddit?) Ah huh-huh!

More crowd shots with searchlights looking for those lost catsuits.

Then the cop is walking down the back passage and moves the tarts on from the doorway (is that an early Audrey we see....?)

Then there's lots of dancing - hair being flicked, legs being kicked, arms being clicked, tongues being licked (sorry, lost it then), hair being tossed, legs and arms being flung, noises being made.... you get the picture. Then they do some strange movements with their jackets; a kind of bird wing flapping thing. Very odd.

Frankly it turns into a dance-a-thon with waaaaay too much jumping, sliding, kicking, punching and flicking. Of course, it's all fabulous and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Then a man pities Buster outside with his Brasso and throws him a dime.

Cleverly there are nice close ups of the fivesome in time with the beat - all looking gorgeous and stunning. How nice.

Ten they're back outside walking home (no buses again!) and they freeze frame under the "Another Weekend" sign just to remind you what presentation you have been watching.

The dancing continues on the stage (despite us just seeing them being outside).

Then there a small group of bikers who never made it into the club standing in the darkened lane as The Star march off into the darkness. Very oddly "Foxy Chick" raises both her arms in a show of defiance - defying what we will never know, but she does it all the same. Grrr she's hard!

It all fades out.

I think that's another one where it doesn't make much sense - The Star try to be all rocking and hard - they show some greasy bikers how choreography should look and how leathers/PVC should be worn and then they scoot off into the night. Poor Buster is in the gutter swigging Brasso and little Delores is nowhere to be seen.

End of.

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