Strange bar-fellows included Ben Fogle, Damien Hirst and Greg Rusedski and, on the girls team, Little Boots, Tess Daly and Lady Helen Taylor.
I remember this strange bar my wife and I wandered into on honeymoon in New York City back in 2004.
During a visit to the very expensive and not very nice Times Square Marriott, Justin Watt noticed a strange bar at the top of his blog's home page.
Letterman, the old hack – flesh hanging from his face – slunk out and pressed the flesh with Cameron, clapped for a while in a way that was hopefully sarcastic (but was probably just insincere) and slid back to his swivel chair to give DC the chance to shuffle awkwardly in the spotlight, before gratefully waving at the band like a confused middle-aged tourist trying to be hip in a strange bar.
He thought the strangest bar he'd been in was on stage, when, after veering from public administration to theatre in the 50s he'd played a barman in Eugene O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh.
"Or walk over to the Parker Meridien and go to that strange Moorish bar, where the sofas are so comfortable and all the Eurotrash hangs out".
He said he could not attend Wednesday's party, but he hoped to call and congratulate his newest look-alike and thank the strange little bar that loves him without condition.
There's some kind of modern jungle theme of bamboo and stripes going on here, blasts of colors in glass panels, teak and mahogany, strange cages, bar seats that look like laptops and black panels concealing uplights that hit white walls.
It was a rather strange request the bar was empty; the woman tending it was doing math on a notepad while biting her pen.
I tried to take him to a strange eel bar I'd heard of, owned by a Japanese poet, but I got lost and couldn't find it, and so I pretended it was my intent to show him the inaugural tower. .
