Continuing with my exploration of Soho, I went to Rupert Street, a drinking hole famed for being a gaybar, but thankfully, let straight clientele in, and, above all, prides itself for letting all drinkers have fun, whatever their persuasion.
Go between 4-8 and you will hit Happy Hour, where you can get two cocktails for a tenner. These cocktails shit all over the awful one I had in Worship Streep Whistling Shop, in terms of taste and alcohol content, and aren't too shabbily presented either.
Everyone in Rupert Street looked like they were having the time of their lives, and the familiar, unpretentious music went a long way to getting me in a jovial mood: Taylor Swift and Girls Aloud decorated the jukebox, and I found myself singing along to the tunes giddily after my first pint.
In all, I would recommend Rupert Street to absolutely everyone! It's funny that the bar shares its name with the adorable Harry Potter actor, because the charm of the place also matches his.