I wondered where the bass and drum thump through the walls was coming from and why there were so many expensive cars plonked on the single yellow lines outside.
Fitzrovia is more exciting than I thought it was.
Someone’s having a party? But little did I know about what was really going down in a conservation area.
Now that evening so many months ago is revealed in an article in Cosmo that describes in quite a bit of detail starting with a warning: NSFW (Not Safe For Work).
It seems my neighbours had either provided use of their house for an elite club of party goers to enjoy themselves, or they were away in the Bahamas and had let out their rather attractive and spacious five-bedroomed home on a short-letting site and were completely unaware of what was going on.