BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN Last Friday night, deep in a den of iniquity on Soho’s Frith Street, it occurred to me that the boom-boom and boom-booms of nightclubs no longer appeal to me. The days of waking up at midnight in my bachelor flat on Great Titchfield Street and thinking it a fair scheme to pop by Bar Madrid for tequila and tango were already distant. … Continue reading Boom Boom