I like it here. I think. I spent my birthday here and that was great. It was my 25th and was much fun indeed. I’m just not sure how much I like the club. I think I do. It’s a cool indie trash glam burlesque type place. Or something like that.

But it’s a strange mix of trash and glamour. But it’s more trash. The Banksy print has made it annoyingly easy for people to find. Grrrr….

It’s small, cosy and intimate, but it’s full of people who are too cool for that. You won’t find yourself having random conversations with people. I didn’t anyway. But I did get free drinks for no reason and started a locomotion when Kylie was playing and that was fun.

The nights are varied here and that’s great fun. You never know what you’re going to find. But you should prepare beforehand. If you’re late and you’re not all dressed up, they might not let you in at all.

Unless you have nerves of steal like me and blag your birthday latecomers in while you’re smoking a fag outside. In fact, for that, they can have another star.

Ever been to a school disco, where the gym equipment was only partially concealed, the floors were a little sticky and the walls smelt faintly of malt whiskey? Well that would be capture the charm of the Working Men's Club then, steeped in East End history demarcated by a summertime Banksy print sprawled across its outer walls, commissioned by Tower Hamlets (at least that's what the stamp reads!)

It may look a little like an antiquated backwater, but the events are varied and attract both the quirky and avant garde. Thursday night burlesque is particularly over indulgent, just don't bring any hard boiled eggs! Confused, then get down to Pollard Row to see what I'm harping on about!