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Honestly, I wasn't expecting much from the Beddoes material but I thought the Japan/murder/David Peace combo might get some interest...tough crowd these days. Tough crowd.
Wandsworth Road feels like it should run between Baltimore and Highgate, but I suppose Vauxhall and Clapham are plausible substitutes. It also boasts one of the most creatively misplaced apostrophes I've seen in some time (Tapa's Bar), and two rather splendid venues. Only saw the Artesian Well from outside, but any venue with a triton sticking out the front is fine by me - and Lost Society is just lovely. Or at least the 'Crystal Ball Room' is - with a sort of Mediterranean-meets-Tennessee Williams feel to it, and a very tasty line in cocktails. Which, given they have fruit in, are of course very healthy. The burlesque was...well, burlesque, I don't see it very often so haven't really established any standards, but can be sure that the headliner was absolutely adorable.
Although I was a little alarmed when, nearly home, I passed a man on the Stroud Green Road wearing only a motorbike helmet and butcher's apron, and wondered if maybe burlesque nights are one of those experiences one can never leave behind.
Quick reminder, for the benefit of the slower members of the class: anyone who calls for any book to be banned, ever, should themselves be removed from the shelves of the human library. Even the really poisonous tomes - Mein Kampf, say, the Bible or Koran - should only be kept from falling, unmediated, into the unsupervised hands of children. Borders are now doing this by stocking Tintin in the Congo with the adult comics, and the publishers did likewise when they "included a foreword noting the colonial attitudes prevalent when it was written".
Reminder for anyone not a) in a field or b) gothing - Cherry Bomb at the Betsey tomorrow night. Girl pop is good.
Wandsworth Road feels like it should run between Baltimore and Highgate, but I suppose Vauxhall and Clapham are plausible substitutes. It also boasts one of the most creatively misplaced apostrophes I've seen in some time (Tapa's Bar), and two rather splendid venues. Only saw the Artesian Well from outside, but any venue with a triton sticking out the front is fine by me - and Lost Society is just lovely. Or at least the 'Crystal Ball Room' is - with a sort of Mediterranean-meets-Tennessee Williams feel to it, and a very tasty line in cocktails. Which, given they have fruit in, are of course very healthy. The burlesque was...well, burlesque, I don't see it very often so haven't really established any standards, but can be sure that the headliner was absolutely adorable.
Although I was a little alarmed when, nearly home, I passed a man on the Stroud Green Road wearing only a motorbike helmet and butcher's apron, and wondered if maybe burlesque nights are one of those experiences one can never leave behind.
Quick reminder, for the benefit of the slower members of the class: anyone who calls for any book to be banned, ever, should themselves be removed from the shelves of the human library. Even the really poisonous tomes - Mein Kampf, say, the Bible or Koran - should only be kept from falling, unmediated, into the unsupervised hands of children. Borders are now doing this by stocking Tintin in the Congo with the adult comics, and the publishers did likewise when they "included a foreword noting the colonial attitudes prevalent when it was written".
Reminder for anyone not a) in a field or b) gothing - Cherry Bomb at the Betsey tomorrow night. Girl pop is good.
