KaraUke: Karaoke. With a band of Ukeleles. A hilarious alternative London night out.

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I’m no karaoke amateur…

The first and only time I ever did karaoke was at the Edinburgh Fringe after too many shots of something-or-other and the song -nay, anthem of choice was ‘River Deep, Mountain High’. I worked it like a boss. Sure, I had a beer spillage down my top and I didn’t so much sing it but rather slurred it in a slightly perverse fashion, but my audience were moved to tears. I honestly saw one girl crying -and whilst she was simultaneously yelling at her boyfriend, I know it was my singing which had evoked the real emotions.

This is why, after that night, I decided to hang up my karaoke mic and call it a day as my first karaoke experience could never be beaten.

That was until a team of expert strummers decided to try and rival the memory of mine with ‘KaraUke‘. The concept being karaoke but with a team of infectiously cheery ukelele players behind you for support -and to supply the backing track.

I went along excitedly, wondering if my ‘River Deep, Mountain High’ moment could really be quashed and London, let me tell you, it was.

KaraUke is a bit like what karaoke ought to be. It’s like it’s the big brother of sing-along nights and try as it might, little Karaoke Junior will just never live up to the almighty KaraUke’s standards. The ukelele team are hot on their sound checks and coordination and arrangements like they’re the BBC London Symphony Ukestra. They smash every number out of the park, putting a different spin on those karaoke numbers we all know and love.

One highlight for me was a pair of well dressed fellows who sung a heart-rending interpretation of Radiohead’s Creep. What they lacked in tuneful, timely delivery they certainly made up for in angst-ridden facial expressions and the boy-band-esque air grabs.

But of course, I could never deem my review as authentic unless I jolly well got up there and delivered a number myself. So, I downed two strong bottles of what-the-hell-ever and I resumed my position once more as karaoke songstress. My tune of choice was ‘I Will Survive’ and I was bloody awful. As I had been in Edinburgh. But Holy Gloria Gaynor, was it fun.

There’s a recording below of my appearance if you’re brave enough.

KaraUke: You have to try it.

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There’s a secret 20′s Great Gatsby style party scene in London …and I can get you in…

 To whom it may concern…

Gatsby fever has taken the world by storm; the golden age is here again and everyone wants to be seen celebrating in the right places. Tongues have been wagging about a certain night called The Candlelight Club. Look, lets just say I know the right people, because I got me a ticket and I’ve seen this place, it’s unbelievable.

Those Candlelight lot sure know how to party. Everything you’ve heard is true -the parties are raucous. If you don’t believe me, see the footage. I managed to persuade a few of the less shady party-goers to let me document the night. Just don’t tell anyone I told you.

Click here to find out when their next party is. Have fun.

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Props to The Rooftop Film Club for a blinding forthcoming June programme…

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They’ve only gone and done it again…

Those Rooftop FIlm Clubbers. They’re so cocky with their know-how and their retro film collection. I was convinced they couldn’t possibly pull another alluring line-up out of the bag for Summer 2013. However, their June screenings are so enticing, I feel like I’ve been seduced to the point of quitting my job and spending the rest of my days eating popcorn on the roof of The Queen of Hoxton, slowly fading away in a heady cloud of 80′s classics and popped kernels. What a way to die that’d be.

I’m delighted that they’ve resumed their cine-residency at The Queen of Hoxton’s rooftop haven and I urge you to take a look at the run-down of screenings below, pick your favourite, grab a mate and go check it out. There’s also a film review below of the time I went to see Top Gun with the Clubbers. Watching a film about potentially watching films -that’s just how we roll.

Here is the programme according to the Rooftoppers themselves:

Yes, returning to the rooftop once again for your viewing pleasure are everyone’s favourite adventurers ‘The Goonies’, David and ‘The Package’ in ‘Labyrinth’, the legend that is ‘Senna’, a naughty Benjamin and Mrs R in ‘The Graduate’, troll-maggedon(!) in ‘Trollhunter’, employees to the rescue in ‘Empire Records’, high times in ‘Dazed and Confused’, those bad boy vampires in ‘The Lost Boys’ and some serious volume (all the way up to 11!) in ‘This is Spinal Tap’. We like to call them rooftop classic classics!

We also have some brilliant new additions to our rooftop family with that big hunk of love Ryan Gosling (settle down ladies!) in ‘Blue Valentine’, the multi award winning ‘Argo’, everyone’s favourite furry troublemaker ‘Ted’, the fantastical and magical ‘Beasts of the Southern Wild’, and the hilarious ‘Old School’. Frank the Tank! Frank the Tank!

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Save the date: 24th-27th May – Mind, body, Spirit festival

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Earl’s Court plays host once again to the ultimate love fest this May. The bi-annual Mind, Body, Spirit festival is the UK’s longest running holistic event and celebrates empowerment, relaxation, healing, positivity and self-improvement through various different means.

Expect hoards of happy people, lots of yoga, inspiring seminars, stage performances and wellbeing professionals with a side serving of healthy food and you have an overview of this much anticipated spiritual event.

If you’re a lover of all things alternative, healing and spiritual then of course this festival has your name on it. However, maybe you’re not at all spiritual but are feeling a bit lost and in need of some soul therapy and a bit of relaxation and rejuvenation. Why not gather some friends together and go and be inspired? Have an open mind, an empty belly and some yoga-friendly leggings and allow yourself to be surprised by what this gathering has to offer.

For more details, click here.

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Escape from the City: Dresden, Germany | A short film: 4 days in 5 minutes

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It seems like forever ago that I was in Dresden with a bunch of complete strangers, drinking beers, shouting “Prost!” and declaring that I’d met ‘friends for life’ in them all. In retrospect, it’s only been a few weeks -during which I’ve met up with the crowd twice already -Dresden is certainly a city for making friends.

Despite me being fortunate to have travelled to a variety of different destinations around this little globe of ours, I’d never been to Germany before this trip -but had wanted to for years. But Dresden? Surely one of the bigger cities was the place to start?

I may have approached Dresden as a skeptic, but this beautiful, historic city well and truly blew my socks off. As my visual aid of a video diary demonstrates, it’s a city of two halves; the beauty and culture reside on one half and the vibrancy of a colourful nightlife reflects on the other. This means that Dresden appeals to the everyman, with those slightly more daring areas politely tucked away beyond arms reach from the family-friendly tame streets.

I quickly fell in love with Dresden for countless different reasons. Partly because our itinerary was more packed-to-bursting than my suitcase. Also, because the locals were so god-damned friendly. The main contributor though, was the content of the city in it’s aesthetics and all the history to compliment the visuals.

We stayed in the beautiful Innside by Melia hotel, which earns its 4* status with the help of a fantastically central location, a luxurious, spacious interior and excellent amenities.

With our hotel perched just outside the City Square, we made regular trips through the cobbled, meandering streets to various different sites. An absolute must-see is the utterly breathtaking Church of Our Lady which was only completed in 2005. Created as a juxtaposed jigsaw of different stones and finishes, the church is a symbol of how far this City has come since World War II. It was a prime target during the blitz and gave way to nearly 4,000 tonnes of explosives which were showered over its beautiful and historical architecture.

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However, substantial loss often unleashes resilience and slowly but surely, this strong-spirited city has re-built a spectacular recreation of the original Dresden. The Church of Our Lady is a colossal structure; a flagship to the square. The interior rendered me speechless. I remembered myself saying whilst in Paris that no church’s architecture could ever out-do Notre Dame and believe it or not, the duck egg blues and piercing golds of The Church of Our Lady’s intricately painted walls well and truly knocked any other church out of the park.

During our visit we did a lot of walking round the city and soon grew accustomed to finding our way through the winding streets. A lovely alternative mode of travel, however, arrives on the river banks in the form of old paddle steamers, which Dresden are famous for. The boat we boarded had just celebrated it’s seventy-something birthday and was awash with sprit and charm. We five nestled around a table in the wood panelled dining cabin and ordered plates of German comfort food to enjoy whilst we slowly paddled down river, admiring the views, taking photographs and nibbling on schnitzel and dumplings.

The boat took us to Pillnitz Castle -a beautiful sprawling saxony palace in which many kings and queens resided during summers. It has acres of well-kept gardens, stunning interiors and impressive architecture. Keep an eye out for the huge flowered tree in the giant, specially made green house.

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The Semperoper Opera House was a particular highlight of our time in Dresden for me. Having never seen a ballet which was worth writing home about, I’d reached the point a few years ago where I made a conscious decision to wait until the opportunity arose to really go and see a ballet properly. London’s Royal Opera House had tempted me a few times, but maybe I knew that eventually something breathtaking would pirouette into my life, because The Opera House never quite wooed me enough to warrant a visit. Dresden’s Semperoper Opera House, however, played host to my first real taste of professional ballet and the entire experience will be with me forever. From walking across the cobbled square towards the impressively imposing building during sun set, to taking in the jaw-dropping interior architecture. From being seated in fantastic seats with a perfect view of the stage, to witnessing the standards of an incredible ballet company, armed with dancers boasting flawless technique. If you only allow yourself one indulgence whilst away on a trip, let it be this -you won’t regret it.

From a refined evening at the ballet, to a more eclectic night out in  Neustadt -the lively district of Dresden. We took a tram from the historical scene of the city to strips of bars, walls of graffiti, cheering locals and busy streets. Despite the chaos, I didn’t feel threatened in Neustadt, especially having been assured by our local guide that the area is very safe. We found a quirky little bar called Wohnzimmer bar which reminded me of my Grandma’s living room with sixties furniture, classic records and gin on tap.

Another worthwhile visit is the Meissen Museum -something which Germans hold very close to their hearts, seeing as Meissen were the first company to ever produce white porcelain. The museum is incredible and they have everything you can imagine made out of white porcelain. I’d like to introduce you to the Meissen game: think of an object/animal/anything and then try and locate its porcelain interpretation in the museum, because we got photos with some of the most random things ever -all made of this ‘white gold’, as it’s called. The process of making objects, painting objects and restoring objects is also demonstrated and it’s utterly fascinated. As I put it ‘who knew porcelain could be so damn interesting…’.

Saving the best until last, I’m now going to whole-heartedly recommend a visit to Dresden’s Military History Museum. The experience begins before you’ve even set foot over the threshold, as the architecture of the building is worth the visit alone. Designed by Daniel Libeskind -the architect who’s responsible for the soberingly beautiful One World Trade Centre building, the statement made is undeniable. As once it was an old military college, this regency building reflects its 135 year old design through columns and intricate detail. Daniel Libeskind came along and introduced ‘the wedge’ -a huge steel construction which cuts through the middle of the building like it’s been dropped on the original hall from above -a fitting idea for a military museum. The content of the museum is mesmerising and really tells the story of battle through the ages from many different angles. I strongly recommend getting a guided tour, as the information and knowledge gained from our guide made the experience all the more memorable. We all came away from the museum feeling dizzied and dumbfounded by the visit. For me, this qualifies the standard of the content and the stirring affect it had on us all.

I returned home from Dresden feeling home-sick -but I was yearning after my new German home as opposed to the East London one I’d come back to. What was only a few days away felt more like I’d spent months getting to know this utterly charming German city and the strong bond I’d formed with the lifestyle and locals is testament as to how worth visiting it really is. One day I’ll go back to Dresden but until I do, I’ll keep watching my video diary to refresh the memories made.

 

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A party… on a roof… in London. Dalston roof bar: Your best friend this Summer.

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Dalston Roof Bar: Your best friend this summer

You know those scenes in films where they have roof parties on high-rises during sunset? Set in some amazing city, there’s a barbecue going in the corner, a soundtrack of great music plays as well-dressed hotties drink out of those red plastic cups which were the fixation of my American-Pie-loving teenagehood. When I moved to London two years ago, I could only hope that somewhere like this actually existed. Well, London, for crying out loud…

It exists.

That fictional halcyon I’ve just described to you is blindingly-real, non-fiction reality. I know this, because I’ve been there. I’ve witnessed it. It’s a little portion of heaven above the city which is effortlessly cool, shabby, welcoming and cosy. It’s in Dalston, East London, residing on the sprawling roof of a Print works.

Climbing the many stairs (oh so many stairs) I enjoyed the efforts made to build up the excitement for the roof dream; art work leads you up floor by floor, planting seeds in your head as to what kind of scene you’re about to enter.

Then, as daylight burnt my retinas, I stepped onto the fake grass, I smelt the rustic street food being cheffed up on the barbecue, I took in the giant, overwhelming inflatable white roof and more importantly, I registered the fact that the bad ass legend of a DJ was playing Missy Elliott ‘Work It’. It felt good.

I got a cloudy cider (win) and collected my beautiful, fresh chicken wings with ‘slaw and toasted focaccia (as prepped and produced by The Wing Men food Gods -very flavoursome with a side serving of banter) and I walked around and admired the home grown herbs and vegetables which litter the edges of the space. These darling ingredients play an important part when the roof-toppers rustle you up a specially designed cocktail, exclusive to this place by Background Bars -whose cocktail knowledge make Tom Cruise look like an amateur.

Add to that the buzzing atmosphere and the brilliant medley of tunes which were being dropped left, right and centre and you’ll soon understand why I fell in love with this place.

One small drawback though, just as a warning, something which lacked from this experience. The red American house party cups. Having said that, this is London’s version of roof top partying. We’ve got herby cocktails. Red cups are overrated.

Click here to find out even more…

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Greg James shares his favourite thing to do with I Love London Town…

Greg James for Mayor of London…

Everyone’s favourite Radio 1 presenter who’s called Greg (lets be fair on them all) is a lover of London. He shares a moment with I Love London Town to recommend his favourite thing to do in England’s capital.

It’s special and certainly alternative…

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Video short: A sunny day in London Town -Being a tourist in my own city

A two minute slice of London

Today is a rainy one in London, after such a long spell of great weather. Fear not! I bring SUNSHINE to your desks! Also, maybe you’re a follower of I Love London Town from overseas and either you’ve never been to London or you perhaps wonder what it’s like to live there.

If any of the above apply to you, you’ll hopefully like this video I made for your benefit! Featuring music from Daniel Corsini, it’s summer in two minutes…

Please do feel free to share, it’s designed to help spread the word about I Love London Town!

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Barbarella Restaurant, Fulham: Temporary 80′s menu with 80′s prices

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Great food, great atmosphere, very inexpensive…

Why is it that whenever there’s an 80’s themed night, it suddenly seems as if Madonna’s Lucky Star music video has thrown up all over everyone and everything? Seriously; our method of recreating the 80’s is shameless and involves back-combed hair, fishnet tights and anything neon we can lay our hands on. It makes those born after the 80’s question how this decade was ever cool.

I’m pleased to say that this era is finally being paid homage to in the classiest way possible and it’s Barbarella restaurant in Fulham who are responsible.

Having been a regular celebrity haunt for years, Barbarella gained its reputation from serving excellent food in a beautiful space. The interior is effortlessly luxurious with dark wood polished floors, low lighting and booth seating. Of course good food comes at a price and Barbarella has always been at the top-end of the eating out budget, especially given that it resides in the catchment area of Chelsea Football Club.

However, for four weeks only, Barbarella are reverting back to their old 80’s ways -and prices -and have created a temporary 80’s inspired menu. On Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, starters will cost less than £3 and mains won’t set you back any more than a fiver.

The story behind this idea is a great one and goes something along the lines of a regular customer who happened to mention that he still had an original menu which he’d pocketed about twenty-or-so years ago. The owner asked for it back, but only because he wanted to recreate a night at Barbarella from days gone by, so set his chef onto recreating the dishes.

I’ve been to try the food featured on said menu and I cannot urge you enough to go and take advantage. Considering how inexpensive it is, the food was absolutely delicious, the atmosphere was buzzing and the night was a really memorable one. Maybe leave the neon fishnets at home for this one too.

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Cafe de Paris: The Black Cat Cabaret

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 Reach midnight in Paris…

The first time I saw a cabaret burlesque show, it was an absolute disaster.

In a dingy, underground London hovel which had promised to be ‘seductively glamorous’, I sat and ate luke-warm crab paste whilst watching half-dressed dancers stumble about the stage, all laddered tights and ripped corsets, wondering who the hell had thought it a good idea to serve fishy puree at a strip show, anyway. It leaned more towards the direction of ‘tits up’ as opposed to ‘titillating’ and left me with a sour taste in my mouth regarding future burlesque invitations. Well, more seafood than sour taste, actually.

So when I was invited to attend The Black Cat Cabaret show recently, I was very aware that they’d have a lot of work to do regarding wiping ‘crabgate’ from my memory.

The Black Cats certainly lured me in with their performance location, somewhere I’ve wanted to visit since moving to London: Cafe de Paris.

Exiting Leicester Square station with my plus one, we shimmied our way through the relentless excitement of hustle and bustle which this area boasts; hoards of people, loud music, screeching traffic and blurs of neon lights.

We found the dimly-lit doorway of Cafe de Paris, with its domed awning, red carpets and VIP ropes, beyond which the hysteria of London deminished.

Cafe de Paris is utterly charming in its luxe-boutique, glamorous ways. It evoked memories of an identical ‘Polly Pocket’ miniature theatre I had as a child with chandeliers, columns, curved flights of stairs and drapery. In truth, I’d already fallen in love with the evening before the evening actually begun. But then it did begin, as the lights went down, the rippling chatter hushed and magic descended upon the entire place like a cloud.

I was utterly blown away by the Black Cat Cabaret show. I spent most of the show with my jaw dropped open, dumbfounded by the standard of performance and showmanship. The word ‘phenomenal’ just about does it justice, given that I applauded my palms raw, cheered my throat hoarse and dried my un-blinked, transfixed, wide-eyes out. It was incredibly varied, flawlessly performed and executed with immeasurable panache.

Best of all, was the content of the acts. Every routine was different from the last but most notably, each was exceptionally original. I found myself pondering how on earth they’d come up with that idea, on countless occasions throughout the show as I looked on, awe-inspired and hypnotised. What’s more, each scene delivered to the highest possible standards; the funny bits were tear-jerkingly hilarious, the skilled bits were unbelievably impressive and every performer taking part seemed to possess enough skill and talent to serve an army.

A few glasses of wine later, having been well and truly wooed and won-over, I left Paris and returned to my flat still going through some of the acts in my head. The fact that I was still re-living memorable parts of the night was testament as to how well-worth seeing this show really is. As I hummed one of the show tunes and danced through my door, I headed straight to my wardrobe and yanked out a pair of fishnet tights. Wobbling around and drunkenly pulling them on, I danced around my room for the rest of the night and I’m happy to report that there were no memories of dodgy seafood or badly performed burlesque anywhere.

 

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