Bit of a delay posting about the Montreal party circuit, largely because I have been on Kerouacian American road trip adventures and JK never had wifi either…
Among the weekend’s parties was the FF1 bash at Montreal’s Science Centre. Turning up you’d think you were in some fancy Riviera car park as the second floor venue had had a load Porsches sprinkled about the place. The main draw were the delicious Martini cocktails poured by promo girls who looked like they’d been poured into their dresses, ironically. There was stranger promo to be found too, with a corner devoted to a hairspray manufacturer, doing demos for the lady guests. Now, the pitlane carries rules about these things. You’re not allowed to smoke in the pits or on the grid and I damn nearly once performed a citizen’s arrest on P Diddy for puffing on a cigar. Well, the Science Centre was in serious threat of going up as well, with all those gagging fumes.
Sunday night’s entertainment was provided by The Rolling Stones, and although it was just a coincidence they happened to be passing through Canada on their ’50 YEARS AND STILL GETTING IT UP’ (or whatever it’s called) tour Mick boasted “It’s the first time we’ve had the Grand Prix as a warm-up act”. They played many of the classics: Paint It Black, Gimmie Shelter, Wild Horses, Tumbling Dice… See the full set-list below. There were a few aging F1 rockers to be found in the audience: Damon Hill, Johnny Herbert and Martin Donnelly.
After the concert, we had a suitably rock n’ roll after-party. The Code 20 hosted an all-nighter round the corner from the Bell Centre at La Queue de Cheval’s temporary residence, a gothic space that was once home to Montreal’s L’Esprit club, a bit like Studio 54 but where the bouncers speak unintelligible French. The theme was ‘Food Porn’. Earlier in the day, on the grid, I filled in the Crown Prince of Bahrain: We were to be eating seafood off naked women. “Better save your appetite!” I advised him, and realized afterwards this is definitely the strangest exchange I’ve had with a royal. I’m not counting the time I played spin the bottle with Zara Phillips.
Sergio Perez, Esteban Gutierrez, Giedo van der Garde, Jules Bianchi and Nico Hulkenberg were all there, plus most of the Red Bull and Toro Rosso pit crews. DJ Erok was on the decks. And there were performances by lingerie-clad Star Wars storm troopers and naked lesbians writhing and macerating in a grape-filled barrel, which was a perfectly Bacchanal finish to a night with the Stones.
Ronnie Wood on guitar
Space fembots at The Code 20