No more west end

As an Arab I've been pre-programmed to head to west end.

Rude door service, tables, champagne and a strict dress code. I've had friends who have been shouted at because they had the 'audacity' to turn up after 11:30. Thank you Maddox.

So tonight I hung up my heels, put on an oversized top and made my way to the clubbing capital of the east: fabric, my boyfriends home.


No queue, bouncers more concerned about whether my phone was going to get stolen than how much was in my Chanel and loads of room to dance.

I've been converted. It's closer, it cheaper and friendlier. After 3 months I'm more than happy to wave goodbye to Mayfair.

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