A Shoreditch Staycation
Sunshine, clear blue skies, turqouise water, a top note of sun block, drinks by the rooftop pool (espresso martini anyone?), hot gay guys, assorted metrosexuals sucking their bellies in, bikini babes, tanned milfs & their off-spring, and slackers with laptops. On a Monday in central London ... pray tell, where is this Nirvana? In Shoreditch E1 of course, central London's staycation capital, Shoreditch House. As the heavenly hegemony of foreign travel has trickled down from the aristocratic heights of 'the grand tour', to 'wintering' on the riviera, to tanning in St. Tropez with Bardot, to package holidays in Spain, to Club 18-30, to budget airline travel, to second home ownership, to journeys to peripheral airports ... modern travel has become nothing more than a hellish experience for most of us. So why do we do it when all the above is right here on our doorstep? Following the adage 'build it and they will come', Nick Jones' Shoreditch Hotspot* has...