nightlife

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.