Last night was Rockabaret at The Cobden Club, for dewdropsglistens birthday.
I didn’t quite know what to expect, we had to email our names onto the door list before arriving, which meant that entrance was a little slow because they had to check everybodies names at the door. Once inside, it was up the main staircase, with its steps at just the wrong distance apart for my feet, to the grand hall.
What a fabulous setting, part theatre, part ballroom, but much more extravagent than most places I’m used to going, there is nothing extravagent about the Camden Underworld.
The night is a mix of DJs sets and cabaret acts, much like Haus der Dekadenz in Tokyo (which I wrote a little about), only in somewhat less shabby surroundings.
Highlights of the evening included: “There should be more period costume moshing”, Ukranian Gypsy Punk (which I’ve heard before but hadn’t figured out what it was) and “I know what would be perfect for my act…a giant ostrich with a head controlled by sticks”.
…and finding that Tim and Michelle (? I’ve forgotten her name aleady…damn I’m useless) drive an MR2, and *absolutely love it* (“Its not stupidly powerful, its only a 2.0 turbo”), which is a tick in its favour as and when I need a replacement for my laguna.
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