In Pictures: Tweed Run 2011
Better than Christmas: Old Street roundabout becomes ‘an Edwardian Beijing’.
Better than Christmas: Old Street roundabout becomes ‘an Edwardian Beijing’.
If you’re feeling brokenhearted about the upcoming closure of Shunt later this month, then take solace in the next generation of underground artistic events, as The King and The Minotaur opens on the 8th April.
Bethnal Green Road’s Mason and Taylor taps into a desire for something wholesome, old fashioned and familiar with a trendy edge in the creation of their dining menu.
A pitch perfect performance evokes a dusty, sun-drenched, mildly hungover Saturday afternoon in the Midwest.
“Queens”, “head”, and “5 year olds” may be phrases you’re more likely to find on the Daily Mail’s comments section at the moment, but we bring these to you today since Essex Road’s infamous boozer, The Old Queens Head, is celebrating its 5th birthday in quite spectacular, multifaceted fashion next month.
If it’s a quiet night out at the theatre you’re after then you might be better off seeking out some other review, since The National Theatre of Scotland’s Black Watch is 110 minutes spent under near constant bombardment with mortars, IEDs and C-bombs.
Let’s face it; you’re jonesing for a drink already aren’t you? Allow us to introduce The London Cocktail Society, who specialise in furtling about in London’s darkened, booze-riddled corners to get an intimate view of some of the best quaffing joints in town.
Balls Pond Road stalwart and CAMRA favourite The Duke of Wellington is set to send a cultural envoy to Bethnal Green Road, opening Mason and Taylor early next month at the top of Brick Lane.
The Battle of the Bar Birds currently raging in Shoreditch involves less hair pulling and stiletto slinging than you might first expect. The birds, for one, are of the feathered variety rather than potty-mouthed fishwives, with Rivington Street’s Carroll-inspired Jubjub wrangling in the pecking order …
“I’ve got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style”; as the wee man tells Special Agent Dale Cooper (in one of the least-explained asides in Twin Peaks). But thank goodness it has, since what better way to spend half …