Summer sunshine calls for terraced entertainment, and sure, there’ve been a few contenders. But like a school-kid crush, we’re stuck on Shoreditch House, where our only bugbear has been taken care of by the crowd-controlling extension. So is there any alternative to the roof du jour?
“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning… The air is so heavy and dry.” Yep, Bananarama may have said it best in Cruel Summer, but lyrics offer no respite from the imminent sun-stroke the NHS is gearing up for. Here at UJ, we are taking the responsible route with a carefully constructed re-hydration program.
Wallowing in the catchiness of misery and foot-tapping disaster, revel in the impending apocalypse and get yerself down to the new Charlotte Street Blues Bar.
