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No.
What if you weren't hungry ?
I'd probably get something cheaper down the village and then go in for the other stuff.
What if you weren't hungry ?
It's a factual way of putting it. You did not get the full experience for £5 no matter how you bizarrely try to twist and spin the facts. If you paid a fiver you missed out on the dinner which was clearly a major part of the night.
It's a factual way of putting it. You did not get the full experience for £5 no matter how you bizarrely try to twist and spin the facts. If you paid a fiver you missed out on the dinner which was clearly a major part of the night.
Seeing as the evening was billed as a "collaboration between The Brick Box and the famous Saltoun Supper Club", I would have thought so.Was the meal an integral part of the entertainment?
If you pay £15 can you have a bit of the food?
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twistedAM said:Yes, yes. That would certainly fit in with the Dickensian theme
Should I wear anything special?
quimcunx said:did you get new lounging pyjamas in the end?
Clearly it has to be an 'urban' thing to get accepted and have no campaign against it....
el-ahrairah said:what the fuck are lounging pyjamas / lounge pants?
they sound like something i want.
what the fuck are lounging pyjamas / lounge pants?
they sound like something i want.
sort of sportswear bottom that is too old
what the fuck are lounging pyjamas / lounge pants?
they sound like something i want.
Those Supper Club photos are horrific. It's like seeing pics of people from another planet.
The event looks a bit wank to me too. And I would guess that those attending aren't exactly my type either.
But do you know what? I didn't move to London to be surrounded by people 'like me'. One of the things I love about London (and Brixton in particular) is its plurality: the many tribes of London living together cheek by jowl. The place I grew up was the opposite - anyone a bit different stuck out like a sore thumb; good luck coping with it if you were in the slightlest bit alternative (I wasn't). I love it that in London the ageing punk who works at Oxford Circus tube (to give one example) can have a red mohican and NO ONE CARES.
IMO one of the key challenges facing humanity is for us all to conquer the fear/hatred of the 'other', whether they be the black teenager with his hood up, the homeless women begging on the street, the dull as dishwater provincial or - yes - the posh kid from a well-off background who has it easy. Take the time to look beyond the first appearance. Seek out the person beneath. And *then* hate them (if they really are a nobber).
(Here endeth the lesson)
That's only because it's your kind of thing anyway.
I don't think many people I know are busting a gut to hand over money to "lounge with fops and dandies in the Opium Den."
As I said on the other thread, I quite enjoy the whole faux-Victorian thing sometimes (even if it's getting pretty tired by now) but to try to pretend that an evening like that has anything to do with local Brixton society is bollocks. It's a subcultural transplant.
In fact you probably _could_ do some sort of pseudo-historical night that had some connection to Brixton rather than just being generically steampunkoid, but I see no indication that this was tried.
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They are being made into expensive flats, or rather, "Four mews houses, four high-specification apartments and one commercial space." It is extremely unlikely it'll ever come back as a proper pub, and as far as I can see the licensing is only for Brick Box's arty-farty commercial events - and they only have the space for six months anyway because the building has already been sold.You forgot to mention that a building in use is better than one boarded up, and previously licenced premises are better continuing as licenced premises, than being made into say, expensive flats.