A friend of mine mentioned a cabaret night here called Encore, so I checked it out online, didn't find out very much and we went along last night not really knowing what to expect.
It set into the railway arches under London Bridge which is certainly atmospheric. On arrival we paid our £6, our hands were stamped and we walked into a vaulted room that operates as a foyer with a bar manned by people that just couldn't connect the huge queues before them with any sense of operational urgency, there was a small stage with some guitarists playing jazz and most everyone was dressed in 1920s garb. Signage on the inside of the venue advertised this as a 1920s speakeasy night. As luck would have it, what I was wearing didn't put me too much out of place. A door leading to what I found out later to be a vaulted hall was closed and we were informed by someone standing against it that it would open in a few minutes "after the pole dancing". Pole Dancing! I thought I'd come to a cabaret night at a theatre!!! About 5 minutes later, a somewhat sturdy lady with bobbed hair, big lashes, a fake beauty spot strolled up to the pole wearing pumps, big knickers, bra, lacy top and a bowler hat, strolled up to the pole and some 20s music started playing. I must have had a somewhat confused and bemused look on my face which she noticed, because she sauntered up to me in a theatrical manner, put her hat on my head and proffered her cheek for a kiss. After five minutes of burlesque, very athletic and gravity defying pole work she she donned a robe to cover nip' tassles and panties, retrieved her hat and the door to the vaulted hall opened. It was strange really, not in the slightest erotic but entertaining, which I suppose was the point.
The vaulted hall was absolutely freezing, it was cold yesterday night but somehow this hall seemed even colder than it was outside not benefitting from the space heaters that were warming the smaller room. Two glitter balls radiated points of light from phased spotlights, there was another bar and more 20s music was playing. After what seemed like 30 minutes or so the band took stage. They looked like an early rock and roll group but played their own numbers that were vaguely reminiscent of the Doors and at times the Smiths, while happy revellers danced the night away and sensible people stayed in the smaller warm room watching fire jugglers and avoiding hyperthermia.
This was billed on the website as a weekly event, but looking at the Southwark Playhouse website today, there is no mention of it, so if you are thinking of going, give them a call first. All in all it was a lot of fun but could have been improved massively by some heating. read more