When I moved to London for my 2 weeks work experience last week, I was eager to sample as many of the weird and wonderful events London has to offer as possible.
Therefore, when I came across the Jamboree venue online and saw that they were hosting a 1920s jazz night, I was sold!
After tempting a couple of my friends, with the promise of alcohol and my great company (irresistible proposition), we were en route to Limehouse station.
Feeling somewhat apprehensive, we typed the address of the venue into my iPhone and set off towards our destination.
Around 3 minutes into the walk we began to feel anxious, concerned and a little scared about where we were going – there were no shops, no bars and no restaurants in sight, just walls covered in graffiti and creepy men shouting at us from their cars.
When my phone announced that we had reached our destination, I chuckled and looked around dubiously – I had led my friends to their death… or so it looked.
We were shimmied through a huge iron gate and stood dumbfounded at a square of vandalised and rundown buildings with smashed windows and the faint smell of weed floating through the air.
We were faced with a decision – do we run for our lives or do we see what the cubbyhole in the corner of the building has to offer?
We headed towards the cubbyhole.
It was like stepping into the wardrobe of Narnia, we had no idea what to expect on the other side but we couldn’t help but want to find out.
Wow, is all I can say…
It felt as though we had stepped through the door, into a time portal and into the 1920s.
The room was filled to the brim with character.
It was a dark room illuminated by erratically placed, moth-eaten lamps, tea lights which flickered in shattered candle holders and the spot lit stage.
Large, quirky paintings were spread across the walls and propped up against the floor, dark red and brown leather chairs were gathered around the stage and the plaster on the walls was flaking off, which only accentuated the rooms rustic charm.
Even the menus were adorable…
Once the live jazz music had begun the 1920s atmosphere flourished.
Men who were dressed in suits and bow ties and women who wore red head scarves and floating dresses, glided across the small dance floor. Twisting, turning, jumping, swirling to the harmonic cello, trumpet, guitar and trombone – they looked like they had been lifted from a scene in The Great Gatsby.
Jamboree was a bizarre yet enlightening night which I would recommend to anyone!
Get those jazz shoes on, get to Jamboree and get dancing.