Bracing myself against the biting December wind I began to sincerely wonder whether 12hrs in Shoreditch was really worth the hassle. It had been a very late Friday night at my office Christmas party, featuring some questionable drink choices (prosecco, cider, pints , wine and rum, obviously) which had resulted in me legging it back from the hotel, feeding the dog and quickly putting a clean pair of pants on before making the 2hr journey to Dreamboys HQ. My hair wasn’t brushed, my face felt gross and my “outfit” was certainly not going to attract my future husband. Fuck.
For reference, me at my office party looking sort of respectable:
We were promised entry at 1.30pm, and had been waiting patiently outside the anonymous black door for some time, checking out any potential auditionees. In a fit of adulting I had popped next door to the shop, and chugged down some painkillers and a litre of water but I was still fantasising about my pajamas and high calorie snacks infront of some terrible Saturday TV…was it too late to sneak back home?!
My pal Georgia had told me earlier in the week she had been asked to join the Dreamboys judging panel but didn’t think she was going to be able to make it, so it was a lovely surprise to see her beautiful face trotting towards me (followed by the rest of her, obv!)
Being a VIP she left us commoners fighting back watery eyes in the cold, and went into the increasingly impenetrable building, teasing us all with the tantalising phrase “For Your Eyes Only”. Although it wasn’t much fun being stuck outside it was lovely to chat to some of the other ladies as we waited, and I was impressed that a few had travelled several hours and stayed in a hotel overnight in order to make it to the auditions. True fans right there. Finally, we heard the sound of keys turning, and we were allowed in!
As I got to the bottom of the stairs I decided that maybe my fantasy of a cosy afternoon on the sofa might be able to wait after all. Two very handsome gentleman greeted me, and handed over a much needed glass of bubbles (don’t judge me, sometimes the only answer is to drink through the pain!) and ushered me through to the basement. I must say, it looked fantastic. Goodie bags had been set out on every chair, along with a 2020 Dreamboys calender.
I was very pleased to see we were right next to the judges, who I knew were Georgia, Jordan, Michael from Love Island, and Katie Price. I was less pleased to see TV cameras directly behind my head and across the room – knackered and hungover was not how I envisioned being captured for my national debut (although obviously I was fairly sure I would be edited out given the state of me, thank god).
As I sipped my drink, I saw cupcakes being handed out and a lovely Dreamboys light display in the corner. Continuing to peer around through my sensible glasses I spotted a familiar hat and beard across the room – Lotan! He’d said he wasn’t going to be at the auditions or the show, so it was a second unexpected appearance for the day, and definitely a welcome one. We made our way over and had a chat and a hug, then caught up with Georgia and introduced ourselves to Michael. I was so glad that he was chilled and down to earth, happy to take photos and mingle.
Finally it was time for the auditions, and boy were they.. Interesting!! The first lad nearly had my eye out, another seemed to think he was auditioning for an physical theatre spot, and a few had me screaming for more. Its not often you respond to “what did you get up to at the weekend?” with “well, a few bits, you know, food shopping, walked the dog, oh and then I spanked a stripper with a truncheon!” One of the guys was someone I’d seen earlier in the shop and I’d asked if he could see where the painkillers were, he wasn’t very helpful so I don’t think he’s Dreamboy material, soz!
There was a break between the auditions and the evening show, so we entertained ourselves by chatting to anyone silly enough to make eye contact. Since I last saw the Dreamboys in 2016 they’ve had a few changes behind the scenes, including ownership and management, but it sounds like things are going from strength to strength. I eventually found myself in the Dreamboys dressing room, and as much as I’d love to I can’t reveal too much about what goes on behind that door – it was a pleasure to watch the lads getting “show ready” hehe.
The evening show was fab, cheeky, funny and inclusive. Having spoken to most of the Boys during the afternoon I was rooting for them even more – they were friendly, courteous and kind for every single minute of what must have been a very long working day. It is hard to keep a crowd happy for literally 12 hrs, but the smiles and hosting skills never wavered. It was my first time at Dreamboy HQ and brilliant to get so up close and personal – I kept forgetting that the guys I was talking absolute rubbish to were people I follow on Instagram and not actually my friends! Shane Finlayson was so much better looking in the flesh (not that his photos are shabby, mind!) and it was great to meet Andrew England and admire his ink up close and personal. I’ve forgotten his name but I chatted to a stunning Aussie gent who made me laugh and showed me some trade secrets (my lips are sealed!) I was pleased to see Jordan still running the choreography side of things, he is a calm, composed and gorgeous guy whose talent is a real driving force. My new aim in 2020 is to meet all the guys again and take some “normal photos” as sometimes I don’t seem to be in charge of my face..
The Dreamboys really are an experience unlike any other. I had very few expectations in terms of being looked after, spoken to etc as it had been ages since I last caught up with them, but it was just as amazing as when I met them before. They are true showmen, and offer something for everyone. Things do get a bit racy, but without ever feeling uncomfortable or sleazy. I have never seen a show like theirs, or met anyone like them, so I guess I’m going to have to just keep coming back for more!
I’m hoping to review their new show when they return to the Aylesbury Waterside Theatre during the summer next year, and I promise to be well rested, hydrated and ready to party hard.
The dreamiest show around, thanks for making a girl feel special x