28/06/14: Soho was over, Pride had happened, but the night was yet young, so we hitched up our flamenco skirts, hopped on the back of a sexy leather cop’s motorbike and burnt some flaming rubber across London to City Road’s ever-beating heart, East Bloc.
We can-can-can’d and cha-cha-cha’d down those infamously steep stairs in our pink-feathered heels, flashing our suspenders to the lucky boys, before we submerged ourselves into the hedonistic heat, sweat and sex of the Blocheads beats.
Lasers flashed emerald and red through the curls in our weave, we were undulating within sizzling waves of muscle and tattoo, and we had to whip out our fan to calm down our flush, as the music ravished us in the thoroughly enjoyable hands of DJs like Done & Dusted. ‘Dust us!’ we screeched, although they didn’t appear to us.
Swanning around the mini-labyrinth venue, falling from lap to lips to naughty hands in the various rooms, we only thought to leave when the lights came up, which is when we lead our string of new eager young playthings up into the light of day and straight into a cab with destination Chez Jockstrap.
If you want to know why we spend more time in the beat-laden basement of Shoreditch than our own bed, we’d advise a visit next Saturday night… You’ll find us by the bar.
East Bloc, 217 City Road, Shoreditch, EC1V 1JN
Words by Jackie Jockstrap
Photos by DosFotos