Friday, 3 August 2012
I'm loving Angel instead...
It’s Friday afternoon and I’m watching the clock. Not because I’m at work - a lovely flexi-day has seen to that – but because I’m off to Angel in a little over an hour to meet my favourite, if a little mad, American.
I imagine some of you will be rolling your eyes at this point. Angel, on a Friday evening? Such a cliché. Okay, so it might not be as trendy as Hoxton and Shoreditch or as la-di-da as Kensington and Chelsea, but it has a hell of a lot going for it.
Last Saturday I found myself at everyone’s favourite blue square on the Monopoly board once again. I met a couple of friends at the Union Chapel at two, and, having caught the last twenty minutes or so of the Saturday lunchtime session have vowed to return in the autumn for some very reasonably priced – and really rather good – live music.
We then pottered over to the Business and Design Centre to have a look around the Czech House. Being frugal types, we weren’t prepared to pay the fiver to get in – but were in awe of the art installation outside. The almost life-sized double-decker in front of us showed off its stamina with a series of press-ups from its muscular arms – and, ladies, it’s bottom was pretty peachy too. No, haven’t been smoking anything I shouldn’t have. Go on, head to Upper Street – you have to see David Cerny’s giant sculpture to believe it.
After a spot of lunch on the green (or a blueberry flavoured Samba Swirl iced yoghurt in my case – yum!) we walked down to the Victoria Miro gallery near Old Street to see Grayson Perry’s tapestries. They beautifully illustrated his study into class and taste as documented on his recent TV show for Channel 4, In the Best Possible Taste. They were magnificent – and thought provoking. No matter which “class” you consider yourself to be, I can guarantee you will see a bit of yourself in at least one of the pieces – even if you’d rather that you didn’t.
After a swift pint of two in The Narrowboat, I headed home with my friend to get ready for a spot (or rather a lot as it turned out) of dancing. After a rather tasty curry and a couple of beers in front of the telly, we got changed and headed back to the capital of Islington. A couple of drinks later (including an espresso) we went to the O2 Academy for Club de Fromage – and were delighted to find out that, for an extra three quid, we could have entry into Feeling Gloomy too if the cheesy pop got all a bit much for us. We had a great time – the music was a palatable cheddar (with a few tasty chunks of stilton thrown in for good measure), made all the more digestible by our ability to interchange with the sedentary indie next door. Okay, so there were the usual pissed, rude and annoying people in the crowd, but generally the atmosphere was quite chilled, and even the men who tried to woo us with their moves were cool when we politely turned them away.
So, yes, Angel isn’t the coolest corner of the capital, but I can’t help but love it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to put my face on and decide what to wear...