|Dress from Heyday.|
|The Beaufort Bar at the Savoy|
|A bendy bus.|
|The Streatham Ninja Knitters and their bollard cosies...|
|Colebrooke Row: a good not up itself bar for proper drinkers.|
Bars you have to make appointments for even on quiet nights, mainly in East London. You know you climb through a fridge or something, if they like you and they know you are coming. What a load of crap, you don’t have to make an appointment to drink at the Savoy but to sit in some ironically retro interior and sip molecular cocktails with a load of fashionable tossers you do. Well bollocks to that, I’m off to 69 Colebrooke Row for a proper drink.
Music. Popular musical taste at the moment is horrendous. Of course I don’t have to buy it but I do have to listen to it. I have been forced to leave even really staid High Street shops due to the aural punishment inflicted on me. Rihanna, Beyonce, Ndubz, Justin Bieber, The Saturdays, The Wanted, Florence and the Machine and that Doolittle girl. Is it genetic this obsession with wailing R &B, dull guitar rock, remarketed prog-rock and craprap. Warbling singers are a real problem, and gobby girls with no manners and hair extensions, and twee breathy covers of classics like Tainted Love. Waaaaahhh!
What have you loathed/loved about the year?