Friday night: G&Ts at Londonist’s fourth birthday; black cab to Shoreditch; dancing to 60s music at an ex-strip joint; two night buses; home at 5:30am. Cheers to the Londonist people, and to Alfie and Annie for partying like rock stars (and all those shots of sambuca!)


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It’s not every night you see a drag queen bowling in three inch stilettos, or a group of semi-nude strangers dancing in a hot tub, but such were the bizarre sights I saw in the small hours of Saturday night. It felt a bit like a Fellini film, which was ironic, as Amarcord was showing on the screens above the bowling lanes. (Which reminded me that I ( Read more... )