Wound up on Friday with the dirtiest of WOW stop-outs (no prizes for guesses), at a late night Spanish bar masquerading as a shoe repairers. I hardly wanted to breathe on Saturday, but found the energy to go to Favela Chic in the evening. Yes, a mock shanty town nightclub set up in Shoreditch, less known for its City of God feral children than its overpopulation of young meeja types with dodgy hair. Much to my amusement, the door whore was doing a proper Studio 54 number on entry. For God’s sake woman, get a grip! Anyway, once we’d got over the dodgy Andrew Lloyd Webber musical decor, complete with rainforest and driftwood, we had an ace time. Dunno how many favela dwellers would be forking out a fiver for a glass of rum/ Caipirinha, but hey this is London mate and getting down to that saucy Brazilian music needs some courage.
– Cat McShane