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A couple of recent night-spots I've been to...

Home House is a private members club somewhere near Marylebone. I'd been out to the pub, and then to dinner, with a friend and his friends, and afterwards I thought we were headed towards one of their flats... Wasn't until we were inside and saw ceilings like the one in this dodgy iPhoto, and a large staircase, and a cosy library with a bar in it, and a big room with a dance floor, that I realised. We did a tour, and settled in to one of the lounge-rooms for some red wine. On the way out, popped onto the dance floor for a quick boogie. Fun. A little bit rah-rah. And kind-of surreal.

The Bathhouse is a restaurant/bar/club right next to Liverpool Street station, in a funny little historic building. It used to be a Turkish bathhouse (tiled), but the food isn't Turkish, it's English: I had Shepherd's pie. It's wonderfully quirky; it wasn't until after dinner that it really warmed up and the crowd piled in - it turned into a kind of burlesque, feathers and fur party, with a DJ in a bird-cage. The crowd was a mix of gay, straight, city, East-end hipsters... It was cool. Our fabulous hair-dresser took us, and it was a very funny night. When we asked the waiter what a 'Bakewell tart' was, he helpfully told us, giggling, that it's a tart that's been baked well. Haha.