le cool checked out Frank’s opening party last night along with the whole of east London (thanks, Overground, for bringing the two sides of the river a step closer). The sculptures were certainly bolder than they’ve ever been and the bar was a-heavin and pretty much out of reach. Tonight might be a better bet, go see if it’s calmed down a little. The evening will be balmier and the sunset just as sweet.

In other news, this weekend is all about Wimbledon. This is the way to watch the women’s and men’s finals. No, don’t knock it, try it out, comon!

But sure, sure, if you don’t wish to spend 20 hours in a darkened room wearing silly glasses, this week’s le cool is a winning edition for range of activity choice. For art, go no further than here. For philosophy and debate, there’s nowhere hotter than the Frontline Club on Saturday for this meeting of two giant minds of the information-sharing freeway. And for going out, do it vintage chic and seductive Friday, and Saturday, well, this one I’m very excited about. Many a Saturday night have I pined for the memory of when this used to run at the Kings Cross Freight depot venues (RIP); so I can’t wait to see how it goes down at Proud 2 and with some well-loved names on the roster.  I can’t talk about it any more, it’s the first rule.

And let’s end where we began, back in Peckham. This place got Foo D south of the river, so it must be good. Go for brunch… stretch it out… and you can stay to watch the sun go down from Frank’s.

Photo: Delaina Haslam