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Shoreditch House. Like Kate Nash or Klaxons, it suddenly feels rather 07, doesn't it? And what seemed exciting back in drizzly July now elicits, like the mockney bag lady or foppish cheesy quavers, a bit of a what-evah.  | 
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So abandon the Bluewater of members' clubs once and 
          for all (fancy a swim?  | 
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But the real edge is the food. 
          Think Ottolenghi-style teetering banquets of perfect rare beef, luscious 
          jumbo prawns, velvety gravadlax, a panoply of English cheeses, and baskets 
          heaving with fresh bread.  | 
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