You’ll have to forgive my ignorance here.
The name of the band that this post orbits eludes me. I am searching furiously, but to no present avail. This evening was to be their last proper dinner; tour would begin the following morning – as would the KFCs and ‘fizzy pop’.
The entire Shacklewell Studio complex is really quite good. More particularly, the top-floor Diesel Music space is a hidden gem. Whitewashed rafters and pale blue walls shelter the crowd, and a window-side bar provides the entertainment; the dinner table is an aesthetic-pleasing addition.