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the lingo #2: soho house, home house, the ivy, chinawhite

8 May

the ivy  I can’t look at the words “The Ivy” without hearing an Ab Fab-esque woman in sunglasses bawling them at her terrified PA.  situated in London’s west end, just off Shaftesbury Avenue, it is THE restaurant where the rich and famous “do lunch”.

the only time I was ever almost doing lunch at The Ivy was when I was production secretary-ing about 6 years ago.  myself and a producer (who coincidentally bared strikingly similarities to Eddie in Ab Fab) were on our way to meet a prominent writer and animal activist.  unfortunately, as we disembarked our train at Waterloo, the Eddie-esque producer spotted an injured pigeon flapping pathetically around the platform.  she stripped off her top down to her bra, flung it around the maimed rodent, and jumped back onto the train to hot-foot it to an animal shelter in the countryside, while I scuttled around after her wondering what the hell was going on.  we left our writer/animal lover high and dry, but she didn’t mind of course.  these are the types of people who frequent The Ivy, and this is the type of thing that happens when you start hanging around with them.  I can’t imagine what the outcome would have been if this had happened to, say, a plumber.

soho house  no, not a brothel in the seedy red light area, although almost…it’s at 40 Greek Street, halfway between Tottenham Court Road and Picadilly Circus tube stations.  there are also Soho Houses in West Hollywood and Berlin.  it’s a bit of everything rolled into one – breakfast meet up, coffee hangout, bar, posh restaurant, all under the umbrella of a nice, exclusive members club costing between £600 and £1200 a year to join.  providing you can get a letter of reccomendation, that is…

although I fully support the art of blagging as a first time producer, you’ve gotta be pretty damn ballsy to try and impress someone with “well, let’s meet next week at Soho House and discuss the project further” without actually having a membership.  if you do get through the door, I doubt you’ll manage to sit in there long enough to drink your mint-infused tea.  but if you are successful and stay for a second drink, I highly recommend the freshly-squeezed apple juice: it’s liquid joy.

a typical breakfast at soho house

home house  basically the same as Soho House, but seemingly with more relaxed rules – “Home House welcomes people from all walks of life…the only rule of the House being that nudity is discouraged”.  the only rule??? my mind reels at the possibilities…located off Portland Square in W1 – a slightly posher, less funky area of London than Soho.

chinawhite  once achingly trendy, Chinawhite nightclub in the west end has been somewhat deserted by the celebrity bandwagon for clubs such as Funky Buddha, Rouge and Boujis.

a couple of years ago I viewed a tiny flat on Air Street, but was put off by the fear of constantly tripping over perma-tan over-30’s / inebriated footballers lying in the gutter after a night in the club.  expressed perfectly by today’s issue of The Evening Standard: “last week, in a scene which sums up what Chinawhite once was but has become, Prince Harry was almost seduced on his bar stool by a former lapdancer, Lauren Pope. Harry, of course, is the kind of client the club still wants; Lauren, on the other hand, is what they normally get.”


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