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I went to an excellent club last night.
I was invited to a launch screening for a new Hong Kong cinema label called Tai Seng. After sniggering at some clips of Hong Kong movies (well, they are a bit silly, aren't they?) the evening moved on to the Opium Club on Dean Street in Soho. This place is excellent. You enter down a flight of stairs on which has been scattered tonnes of gold glittery stars. Through the coat check and into the club you are met with a very atmospherically lit room, all deep reds, big cushions and soft light. On the right in an alcove is a tarot reader, then a masseuse in the next alcove. Moving on there ws a huge ice sculpture with the Tai Seng logo inside, on which nice young ladies in chinese dresses were pouring vodka shots.
Champagne followed on some comfy seats, and then with a glass of red wine two men dressed as shaolin monks started a fight demonstration in the middle of the dance floor.
The place was lovely, I want a party there. Shame there wasn't any opium, though it does give one rather a headache...
Alas, I didn't get my cards read, or collapse into a quivering heap under someone's fingers. I scooted off after a couple of glasses of wine as I was getting tired and then nodded off on the tube (a dangerous thing to do!)
I was invited to a launch screening for a new Hong Kong cinema label called Tai Seng. After sniggering at some clips of Hong Kong movies (well, they are a bit silly, aren't they?) the evening moved on to the Opium Club on Dean Street in Soho. This place is excellent. You enter down a flight of stairs on which has been scattered tonnes of gold glittery stars. Through the coat check and into the club you are met with a very atmospherically lit room, all deep reds, big cushions and soft light. On the right in an alcove is a tarot reader, then a masseuse in the next alcove. Moving on there ws a huge ice sculpture with the Tai Seng logo inside, on which nice young ladies in chinese dresses were pouring vodka shots.
Champagne followed on some comfy seats, and then with a glass of red wine two men dressed as shaolin monks started a fight demonstration in the middle of the dance floor.
The place was lovely, I want a party there. Shame there wasn't any opium, though it does give one rather a headache...
Alas, I didn't get my cards read, or collapse into a quivering heap under someone's fingers. I scooted off after a couple of glasses of wine as I was getting tired and then nodded off on the tube (a dangerous thing to do!)
