Had fantastically wonderful night last night, at new City bar Volupte. They had a ‘30s and ‘40s-inspired evening, with authentic era music, live cabaret, champagne and cocktails. The interior is really lush, and kitted out with sensual fittings. Everyone got into the spirit, and dressed, as instructed, in “ravishing and refined” robes. They also do burlesque nights, so Girls, next time F is in London, we are all going back there together!
Spent about 2 hours recovering at Tootsie’s in Belsize Park with S, who miraculously managed to get me to sit still for long enough to read the Sunday papers. I love doing Sunday brunch, but unfortunately, for the second week in a row, we were placed at the mercy of the ubiquitous Yummy Mummies with their snivelling brats. Two of them were obstructing the doors with their oversized Bugaboos, and one child decided to have a tantrum, lying face down in the middle of the floor, screaming her head off, while her parents looked on in proud amusement.
I need another drink after that.
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