I met a friend for a drink on Friday. We found a bar in Clapham called the Peacock. It made me laugh. Out loud. Not only was the interior filled with comfy chairs, huge art deco mirrors and wonderful chandeliers, it also screened the very camp “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” on one wall and had a large, shiny pole ready and waiting in the middle of the room.
The poster outside was the happiest part for me. It promoted an evening of burlesque in March. They’ve called this evening “Oh what a lovely recession!”
This made me unreasonably happy. I love the happy disregard for the world going down the toilet.
Oh what a lovely bar.