In what may become a continuing series devoted to things I have named despite otherwise having very little to do with, allow me to introduce you to Margate's hottest new night of "off-beat cinema, wayward sounds and frequent surprises". Starting Monday the 2nd of September at the delightful little Tom Thumb Theatre and continuing weekly from there on, Club Hydropathe (for that, indeed, is the name I humbly suggested) promises music from "Bluegrass to Blue Velvet; New-Wave to No-Wave via a smattering of Noir". It kicks off at half six, there will be a "mystery screening" at half seven, and apparently "drinks and delights thereafter." You may inform the Big Other of your intention to attend here. I, alas, cannot make it. At least, not this time.
For those of you wondering where the name comes from, Les Hydropathes were a French literary club, founded on Paris's Left Bank in 1878 by the author and journalist, Émile Goudeau. Though short-lived, the Hydropathes could count amongst their number many of the personalities (Gill, Cros, Allais, etc.) who would later make up the lively cabaret scene around the Chat Noir and other Montmartre establishments, somewhat further north. At its height the cercle would boast some 350 members before it disintegrated into smaller factions such as the Hirsutes and Incohérents. The name, which probably derives from Goudeau's favourite waltz by the popular Hungarian composer Joseph Gungl, refers to those who would become sick from drinking water - and must, therefore, drink nothing but alcohol.
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