Gerry's Club: Memorable in a blurry sort of way

A word of warning: this is technically a member's club, but you'll probably be fine if you flirt enough – and don't ask for Gerry, he's long since left the party. Michael looks after this place now. We've only been once – very late, very drunk and with very good friends.

Most old-school Soho drinking dens are dead, but this hub of actors and writers is what remains of 'Old Soho'. It's not easy to get a membership – in fact, it's so coveted that people like to hang onto theirs. Take Yvonne Ridley, a journalist once captured by the Taliban, who despite converting to Islam, is still a card carrying member of this boozing basement.

If you're boring, steer clear: it is a place to drink wine and beer and tell stories, to laugh uproariously and to give yourself a monumental hangover in a faintly discreet way.