With an unpopular, unelected Prime Minister, recession all around and hammer pants inexplicably back in fashion – everything does seem to have gone a bit ’90s. And with this in mind, The Boy and I set off to Brixton to see none other than the Stereo MCs on Saturday night.
Situated slap bang in the middle of London’s navy-blue suit wearing, Champagne guzzling, blonde foppish hair-swinging heartland, Just St James sits doing what all good Mayfarians do – wearing its wealth on its sleeve.
Important thing number one you should know about this play: do not type ‘erect’ into Google when trying to find out the relevant performance details. Important thing number two: it’s worth going to see.
These days, given the chance, Londoners are an outdoorsy lot. Gone are the slick, faceless style bars of old where Prada-clad darlings bathed in the ‘mood lighting’, sipping Absolut vodka. Instead, we seem to want to forget we’re in a city at all and drink Magners whilst sitting at a three-legged picnic table round the [...]
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