Is admitting to being excited that Kim Kardashian is on Alan Carr Chatty Man tonight one confessional step too far? That means that she’s in our fair city. Kim and her extraordinary silken eyelashes are wiggling between bland Mayfair asian-fusion joints and celebrity-owned concept hotels. Kanye might take her to Shoreditch House and she’ll tell her friends she saw ‘the real London’. Poor Kim. She’ll never know how much real fun she could be having in the Smoke.

On Fridays there’s a roof-top film screening with roller skating waitresses; rave-style museum visits; some well-deserved praise for the London tube map; and some fidget house East side fun.

Saturday brings hours of distraction for crate diggers; some self-referential theatre; and a literary festival.

On Sunday one of history’s greatest guitar players is stopping by to say hello.

Hey Kim, wanna get our nails done and hit a Dalston warehouse rave?

SEXBEAT is all the fault of Steve Rose and Paul Lilley. A stalwart of London’s DIY scene, they’re slowly growing an empire that’ll find you only buying records from their label, going to parties they’ve put on and sailing in boats they’ve hired. Josh Jones had a chat with them.

What does a sex beat sound like?
This.

Does SEXBEAT have a mission statement? You could always make one up now for comic effect if you don’t.
I don’t think that we do have until now…possibly ‘growing old disgracefully’ could work? Or perhaps ‘live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse’?


Words and photo: Foo D

Passed this place at least a couple of hundred times and said to myself “I should go there. That looks worth investigating.” And never did.

Until I did.

Hence me writing this.

On the most bustling bit of Seven Sisters road, surrounded by imitation pound shops, dutty fried chicken and phone accessory kiosks, Ocean Wave has sat for years innocuously doing its thing.  There’s a Morrisons around the corner and a Waitrose a little bit further on down towards Holloway, but the little open-fronted fishmonger was doing brisk business when I finally got my act together to check it out.

I came away with two gimungous coley steaks for five quid and some insider information on the best halal butcher on the strip.

I’ll be going back.

Ocean Wave fisheries ltd, 60 Seven Sisters Road, N7 6AA.

ALEX BINNIE BY SIMON WISBEY

Alex Binnie is the founder of Into You Tattoo. His wood-cut drawings of friends from the tattoo community  (which caught our attention at the Tattoo Convention last year), will be published in book which is out soon from Kintaro Publishing.

I’m from England – born in Oxford. We lived in India when I was a kid for a bit. I sometimes think my tattoo/piercing persuasion might have come from there. We lived in Rajasthan and I’m sure I was dumped on an Indian station platform, sat there, gazing at crowds of Indian ladies with saris and nose piercings and other adornments.

I’ve just always liked tattoos. I started getting tattooed in the late 70s – the punk era. My first tattoo was a rose on my forearm from a guy who had a little shop on the Kings Road in the Great Gear Market. I was well proud. My parents weren’t even that shocked.

I was also a medical illustrator. Any big institution had an A/V or photography department. And big hospitals had illustrators. Most of the graphics were scalpels and diagrams. I did some drawings from life, or actually, of death. I drew some surgery and got to go into the mortuary and draw anatomy. Then I went part-time and started tattooing. The first tattoo I did was filling in this fish. Then I practised on myself.

I’ve got a 14 year old daughter – she hasn’t got any tattoos yet. She’s pierced her ear three times and she’s getting a nose piercing in the summer holidays if she does well at school. She’s threatened to get tattoos. I can’t stop her but I’ve said I’d prefer if she didn’t.

I didn’t really do an apprenticeship. Forget it! Those things didn’t exist then. I started from a squat in Guildford Street in the late 80s. My friend Loren ran an art gallery from there; some of the artists have done quite well, and others are dead.

There was no underground tattoo scene back then. There was no tattoo scene. It was all mainstream, old-school guys – those fat old guys like Jock (Liddel) in King’s Cross and Lal Hardy; they did flash – you know – swallows and that. There was no undercurrent of people doing more contemporary stuff. If you were young, alternative -ish, music-scene kind of person and you wanted to get tattooed, basically you had to go to an old school guy who wouldn’t get it at all.

The grazing has been good this week.

It all started at 9am on Wednesday morning when, as per usual, I was semi-conscious at my weekly office meeting.  All those involved understand that it’s a lot less painful when it comes with breakfast. Our venue this time around was Demsal on Holloway road who have actually just come under new management and aren’t called Demsal anymore.  I don’t actually know what they are called as they were painting the front, but it’s right here.  Everything seems to be exactly the same, which is to say good.

In my morning stupor, I didn’t notice any change at all (I always get the same thing so I didn’t clock the new menu) until I ordered a turkish breakfast from who I assumed was the new girl and she had to check whether they did them. They still do and I’m glad because I’m a creature of habit easily distressed by change and this is the highlight of my working week.

Guest blogger Ewan Munro is author of London Pubology. He recently posted on the subject of former pubs. For le cool, Ewan tracks pubs and breweries that are – or have recently been — under threat of closure. Get informed and get involved in saving them!

Having lived in Nunhead for many years, I was saddened to hear of the recent closure (as reported in this blog) of the Ivy House, but it’s far from the only pub to be threatened by closure over the years. Everyone in London will know a local pub that has disappeared for whatever reason, and many fine pubs can be numbered amongst them, though a handful have been saved from threat of closure.

London isn’t known for its cuisine. It’s known for everyone else’s. Firas Waez selects some his favourite places serving the best of the Middle East, the Caribbean, Pakistan, Argentina and India

You don’t need me to tell you about London’s unique diversity. In a city where an estimated 300 different languages are spoken every day, you’d be hard pressed not to find each and every culture represented in some little way whether it be a class, a shop or community, not to mention the opportunity our fine city gives to all who live here to dip their toes into the unknown.
But it’s not just about what we eat, it’s also about how and where it’s eaten.

Take a stroll up to Abu Zaad on Edgware Road, where you can not only sample a wide range of Syrian and Middle Eastern delights but also soak up the cafe culture of London’s mini-Beirut. You’ll notice a distinct lack of pubs and boozers, instead replaced by shisha cafes, halal Subway outlets and ice cream parlours that on a sunny day will be bursting at the seams with the sort of chatter and vibrancy that’ll make you feel like you’ve been transported 2,000 miles to Lebanon.

John Power chats to Adam and Katy of the Dead Dolls Club who’re putting on A Summer Affair tomorrow (see this week’s le cool) about their London favourites

Designers Adam Towner and Katy Gray Rosewarne are no strangers to London’s flourishing alternative food scene, the duo whose day job has seen them work with everyone from Top Shop to Selfridges, up-cylcing everything from old clothes to old buildings, have been organising impromptu roof-top barbecues and foody parties since 2010. Having kept East London bellies full over the winter with their wildly successful pop-up restaurant the Stew House, they’re back. Ahead of the ‘A Summer Affair’ launch, we caught up with them to find out where they like to refresh themselves when they need a break from looking after others.

What’s your favourite place in London…

for breakfast?
Karen’s cafe on Well St, they get the meat from Alan at Well St Butchers and it’s a great local cafe.

when the sun is shining?
It used to be our back garden till Adam made Katy move to a warehouse! So this year we’ll be heading to London Fields.

By the time this post hits the interworld we Londoners will know our fate for the next four years. Whatever way the mayoral cookie crumbles, we are now under the paternalistic rule of a tax-evading old white dude who probably won’t let us drink on the tube. So, this weekend, let’s drown our collective ennui with activities spawned by the subversive geniuses who truly make our city great.

If your bank balance is looking shoddy, there’s no need to resort to supping Blue WKD from a brown paper bag on the Northern Line. We have three, yes THREE, pairs of tickets to give away for the massive Spectrum Warehouse Party on Great Suffolk Street. For a chance to win, simply tell us…..

Who raves harder – Ken or Boris?
E-mail: blog.london@lecool.com
Competition closes: 11.45am, Friday 4 May

Other weekend diversions include a pencil-drawn DJ affair at the Southbank; bird-spotting for trendsters; a weekend-long Dalston music fest; Spectrum birthday celebrations; barbecue and beers in London Fields; an optimistic start to the summer from the Secretsundaze crew; and a pizza-fueled ode to Joy Division.

With that kind of cultural calender London’s future is always bright…

The Roustabouts are a Theatrical DJ duo (a collaboration between Markabre Charade & Anna Krohnistic), playing everything from Balkan Beats and electro-Swing to grin-inducing mashups of familiar guilty pleasures. Josh Jones used to be neighbours with Markabre and finally did the interview they arranged to do two years ago.