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Boy Howdy! Good Times at the Hoxton Pony Basement Opening
After our editor received two tickets to the opening of the Hoxton Pony basement some weeks ago and gave them to me, I had to struggle at the last minute to find someone to go with. Fortunately, Moni, a friend of mine agreed to meet me outside the place at 8:15, although it took her three whole cigarettes for her to make it. I’m a pretty punctual guy, and having arrived early, I was a bit peeved … but she’s a pretty bird, so I didn’t really complain. By 9, we were inside.A Night Out at Shoreditch House
I love the air of mystery that surrounds Shoreditch House. Like with any member’s club, and any venue that attracts A-list celebs and a Daily Mail photographer, I often wondered: What on earth goes on in there? I was lucky enough to attend a party there a few months back, and being pretty clueless when it comes to directions, it took me a while to locate the entrance due to its unassuming exterior. I don’t know what I was expecting. A large neon sign? Singing and dancing doormen? It was just a building, with a normal, no-fuss door.Cargo A Go-Go
I toyed with a number of headlines for this article, including Stuart Bradley and the Unknown EMI Artist, but all of them sounded as much like rejected Harry Potter titles as the above example. Unfortunately, it’s pretty much the best I can do, as the event I’m reviewing was several weeks ago and I wasn’t even meant to be there (I got in by claiming to be a tech reviewer for a national newspaper that was writing an article on social dynamics within the electronic music scene). An elaborate story to construct sober, let alone after a heavy evening of after-work drinks, I credit being able to blag entry to the gravitas of this lie.
