We, the undersigned, to hereby and forthwith declare ourselves officially and unrelentingly outraged by this monstrosity that you’re calling a summer. We work hard all year round, through dark-grey winters, mid-grey autumns, and light-grey springs. And all we ask is for one bloody thing: sunshine.
Rising from The East Rooms’ ashes, Jonathan Downey’s old Match EC1 on Clerkenwell Road has been impressively re-imagined as Giant Robot – a bizarrely named Italian-American ‘East Rooms Lite’ diner/cocktail bar that trades Match’s 90s-styling for a 50s/60s surf-ish NYC vibe.
Here at UJHQ, we’re devout believers in the Three Fs for spiritual growth. Namely: Fashion, Friends and (heads out of the gutter please) Flaunting-our-superior-appreciation-of-popular-culture-for-prizes. And as is so often the case, we’re not alone…
Ah, school nights. I couldn’t possibly have another. No really, I must head home: I’ve got a meeting at tomorrow morning and blah-blah-blah. Then you knock back a cheeky one for the road (because there’s nothing more dangerous than a sober road) and call it a night. Well bully for you.
I have a dream, my brothers and sisters. A dream in which we have a place to drink and dance into the wee hours of the morning without recourse to hammered out-of-towners, shoddy cocktails or exorbitant membership fees.
Your housemate and her leather pig outfit. Your work colleague and her Twix stash. Me and my depleted desk-side booze collection. Dirty little secrets. And we all have them. But I say it’s time to stand tall; to hide no more. Let the world know who you really are.