The Thousands

Amble down Shafto Lane at Saturday’s dawn and instead of the usual ‘lads’ and desperate ‘ladettes’ you’re now greeted by a bunch of hipsters trying hard to look bored…but failing. Welcome to a revamped Sexy at The Republic. For one night only, the bar ditches collars for architectural coifs. It could be the haircuts, the booths, the stomping tunes, or the huge smoke-filled indie rave that give Sexy its Saturday charm – but it’s most likely the owner performing glassy duties wearing a wifebeater and cowboy hat, and the Emu Export at $5 a can. – GD