So when my hugely talented musician friend Cariad suggested we check out the play Room #103 in, yep you guessed it, Room #103 I jumped at the chance. A play in a room in a hotel sounded interesting enough but this is no ordinary hotel and this is no ordinary room, it's the one with the actual bathroom where Sid allegedly stabbed Nancy to death, poor Nancy.
About 20 of us met in the lobby of the hotel and were escorted up to the room, past lots of artwork on the walls from former guests. Apparently if the landlord in the good old days thought you could do something, or if he liked you, then you were in, you didn't have to pay the rent. This was until he nearly went bankrupt and had to rethink his nicely bohemian but very buggered plan.
We all took a pew on the floor and watched two girls and two boys tell the story of Dylan Thomas's life and his spiral downhill into young girls and too much whiskey before his death at the ripe old age of 39. The tale is mixed up with tidbits on the other famous folk who lived at the Hotel, using a mixture of music, poetry and real footage projected on to the paint peeling walls. One hour later and one numb bum later we left entertained and a little jealous that we didn't get to party, even just for one night, with Dylan and Janis and all the others, if only.
We had a little nosy on the way out and the Hotel certainly has a weird exciting energy about it, you can hear the people who still live there (the hotel is no longer accepting permanent tenancy but those who got in before they changed the policy are staying in). They're behind their closed doors just getting on with things and it makes you wonder just what those things might be? Somewhere, behind one of the doors, is a character called Stormy, she's 90 years old, has lived there for most of her life and was the first female gay bouncer. Now if only we could find her room.
L this week was certainly Legendary.
ps: don't miss out on another legend in the making www.cariadharmon.com
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