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Originally published on Thursday, 19 October 2006

Lights, Camera

There are a few eternal questions concerning the state of London nightlife.

Why do big burly bouncers enjoy intimidating small women? Why do said women dress identically? And why, oh why, is it so damned impossible to find anywhere decent to go after 4am?

Answers on a postcard, or just read on...

The Obeah Club, from the legendary Rubber Ronnie, opens tonight, with a strictly invitation only party previewing the cult German film Black Sheep.

It's all louche and decadent, and perhaps best of all, open until 7am. A private members' club in the tradition of old - think Groucho when it was still exclusive and Soho House before it turned pink - it's for film, art and media insiders and the code's strictly 'what happens inside stays inside'.

 

And being as though it doesn't even get started until 11pm, it'll attract the bona fide night owls as opposed to City suits hoping to impress their Yankee management consultant peers.

Obeah, O yeah.

Obeah Club - opens tonight
144 Charing Cross Road, WC2
Black Sheep the movie

by VG

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