Whilst we just get used to this terribly modern swivel chair, as designed by foreigner Thomas Jefferson and as demonstrated by the Dowager Countess of Grantham, let us consider a new night in London’s glittering Soho which will have us quaffing and, as is the way with these sorts of things, frothing at the fanny.
It’s Room Service, it launches this Thursday and, as you can see from the promotional material, it’s not afraid of leather-upholstered soft furnishings.
Now for the science bit, in fragments: ‘GoGo dancers’, ‘London’s hottest new boutique nightclub’, ‘gay dance party’, ‘every Thursday’, ‘chunky house’, ’10pm till 3am’, ‘weekly guest hosts’, ‘Diu London, 12-13 Greek Street‘, ‘sweaty downtown New York vibe’, ‘kick-ass DJs’, ‘the mens’.
They had us at ‘GoGo dancers’.
Whilst we’re at it, the last contretemps we had with a bible was when we used it to mop up gennelmen’s business in a hotel room. It’s the only real purpose we can think of for the thing. Why do you think God invented porous paper?