“It would,” the paper’s marketing people emailed Loving Dalston, “be a place our members could meet a community of like-minded individuals.”
An area the marketeers called “Kings Cross” (apostrophe?) tops the list of possible locations for the private club, followed by Islington and Shoreditch.
“Benefits” would include a place to hold meetings, a library, an armchair cinema (so much better than the stand-up variety), library, master classes in political ideas (canardly wait) and photography (yes, please), and a shop selling products vetted by The Guardian. (So no tumescent-policeman gnomes or boob-embossed aprons, then.)
Flexible workspaces, a rooftop restaurant and an “ambient bar” (beats me) would be provided, as would long-weekend festivals, ideal for tweed-jacketed lecturers and N1 wives to discuss Ugandan affairs.
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