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A paean to the fleshy delights and tacky excess of Soho at Christmas

Raymond Revuebar's winking hoarding is like a righteous raspberry to the perpetrators of the Paris atrocities

12 December 2015

9:00 AM

12 December 2015

9:00 AM

The other evening, surrounded by Christmas shoppers in the West End of London, I happened to glance up at the illuminations and was moved all over again by the old, old story. Yes, the sign was lit up once more over the defunct Raymond Revuebar, all that’s left of the club where men and women used to act out the ageless tragicomedy of desire.

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