London Fashion Week, or “Let’s see who can dress the maddest so everyone looks at me week” kicked off last Thursday, a day which also coincided with the opening of Pret-A-Diner’s pop-up private members club, The Burlington Social Club, staged at The Royal Academy in Burlington Gardens. Kofler & Kompanie’s pop-up projects are sprouting up all around the world, and their latest event is currently due to run right until November 17th.

Their last London event, “Italians Do It Better” at 50 St James’s, was a huge success, with none other than Madonna paying good money out of her own pocket to sample it’s delights. So, I thought if an A-list pop icon can part with her own dough instead of expecting the usual gratis grub, then I can show my face too. Plus it gave me the chance to play my game of “Yes, it looks nice but does it taste better than a Saveloy Dip, though?” So off I toddled to cross pocket squares with the good and the great of the fashion world.

I should probably let it be known that I have been called many words that begin with the letter “F” but one of them isn’t fashionista. Any worries about my attire were unwarranted though because for people who are supposed to be at the top of the rags game, there was an awful lot of men wearing shoes without socks and trousers which suggested they were grieving for a deceased pet. And there were moustaches! Quite literally a dozen of the best kept moustaches you’re likely to see this side of Queen Victoria’s reign. I love a good moustache. To me, if it doesn’t curl up at the ends then it’s not a proper moustache so I was far from disappointed in that department. Although, where they parked their penny farthings is a mystery yet unsolved.

Any worries about my attire were unwarranted though because for people who are supposed to be at the top of the rags game, there was an awful lot of men wearing shoes without socks.

As much as this was tied in to LFW, the night was all about cocktails, beautifully presented food, art and music. But mainly the cocktails. I say cocktails, some of them were more of a 40% proof desert. Think of a martini glass full of Michelin starred strawberry Angel Delight with a strong blast of dark rum lurking underneath the surface and you get the picture.

Our friends at Pussy, those of the energy drink and Pussymobile fame, were also there to supply the guests with Pussy infused cocktails. It appeared that my favourite was a Gin Pussy with a slice of cucumber. I say appeared to be my favourite because I was sinking them, somewhat appropriately, like they were going out of fashion. If my memory serves me correctly (it may not, thanks to the cocktails) Pussy mixed well with the Prosecco too. A little too well if I’m honest.

I managed to squeeze in some food tasting in the middle of the cocktail-a-thon and was taken by surprise when I saw foam had crept on to the menu. That’s right, foam. Call me unrefined but I’ve not been served foam before and certainly not mushroom and soy foam, but, there it was on the side of my tofu panna cotta with sea bream sashimi. It was all very nice but it was never going to form any kind of defence against a hangover the next morning and that’s what you want when people are handing out free booze, isn’t it?

Drinks aside, I have to mention the decor because I thought it looked magnificent. Juxtaposed to the beautiful interior of the Royal Academy, the bar and lounge areas were rather unsubtly built with brash builders scaffolding and an arrangement of stuffed birds of prey, making it look like an some kind of industrial wildlife park. Stuffed birds aren’t everyone’s cup of tea but it worked for me.

Our friends at Pussy, those of the energy drink and Pussymobile fame, were also there to supply the guests with Pussy infused cocktails.

The night ended, (my night, anyway) with a live performance from one-time Michael Jackson protege, Chris Grant, who sang and danced his way through his forthcoming single “Goodnight”. Inspired by his impressive Jacksonesque moves, I decided I’d had enough for one night and discreetly moonwalked my way down the RA’s ostentatious staircase, waving royally to the crowd as I left.

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