Since the days of the headline-grabbing YBAs - I'm thinking most especially of a certain someone's fondness for cow-cleaving - it's all been rather quiet and unspectacular on the Western front.

Now it's all a little this; a touch of that. Your kitchen's minimal, your furniture teased with kitsch, your wardrobe and iPod alike are smattered with equal parts '80s brazenness and '40s glamour. Whatever happened to a bit of grandeur? The Victorian's may have their faults, but at least they knew how to go all the way (if perhaps not with those harlot-ish table legs).

Despite being unofficially open for bloody ages now, The Last Days of Decadence - the latest addition to the East London club scene - is finally launching legit. Now that its two enormous, bespoke, Deco stained-glass windows have been finished.

Meanwhile, just next door, the preview night of 'Make Believe', showcasing ten emerging British artists, is being interrupted by a funereal horse-drawn cart, laden with a 19th Century Snuff Box (geddit?).