Friday nights are the pre-cursor to the success of your weekend, and after a weeklong crusade of working, the release can be incredibly liberating. So what exactly does one do on a Friday night? In my case the decision came with lubricating ease, a trip to the Troubadour on Old Brompton Road in London to see a friend play a gig at the downstairs club. During the 60’s the club hosted a plethora of musical legends like Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan and Paul Simon. With a grainy wooden brothel-like exterior, and a carved front door worthy of something you’d imagine in Mr Tumnus’s forest abode, the restaurant and/or club pride themselves in having ‘low temperature centre of courtesy, peace and artistic energy.’ The gig itself was surprisingly quite good, and the authentic 50’s tribute band with a leopard print bass that came on after provided a much needed refreshment from the usual ‘sexy bitch’ that’s become the elevator music in clubs these days.
Showing up, me, Connie, Jess, Flo, Will and Ali all shared a cigarette and bought an array of vodka shots, dancing to old-school tunes and laughing in hysterics and the hefty-looking group of Irish colleagues who tried to pick us ladies up. Two of them had an arm in a sling, due to an accident we later learned that involved them ‘falling off the same camel.’
Let’s just say, we left it at that.
www.troubadour.co.uk
263 Old Brompton Road
London SW5 9JA
020 7370 1434
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