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THIS IS THE DROID YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
Ever the experts in representing all that cinema devotees hold dear, The Electric is exhibiting an intergalactic array of new Star Wars artwork at its upstairs gallery. The fourth exhibition proffered as part of the new space, the pick is Robert Lockley's limited edition print (pictured), which re-imagines Star Wars: The Force Awakens as a Penguin Classic. Originally created for Poster Spy’s alternative movie print competition (in which Lockley was shortlisted), the Brum-based graphic designer's abstract representation is the newest addition to a portfolio which features subjects as gleefully random as Ron Burgundy, Everton FC and Taylor Swift’s Sick Beets. At the time of publication, only three copies of the print remained (insert 'First Order / ordering first' joke here). Yours, unframed, for £30.
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Venue: PAUL, Grand Central, 68A East Mews, B2 4XJ; website
Choice: Croque Florentine (£3.95 (out)/£4.95 (in)) Chooser: Supervisor
At Terminal 2E of Paris Charles de Gaulle, there is one food-based concession, a PAUL. And if it's good enough for Parisians you'd better believe it's good enough for us, good enough and - for the first time - close enough, with a sparklingly new boulangerie at Grand Central. The out-and-out choice for PAUL's supervisor, Rebecca (as well as our pick), the Croque Florentine is that special thing for a grilled sandwich - the right amount cheesy. What could be an overpowering duo of goat's cheese and Emmental is given respite and texture from walnuts, spinach and a thoughtful smattering of honey. And if you're in the market for a January upper, PAUL's got Galette des Rois (King's tart). Celestial layers of flaky pastry are filled with a nutty frangipane cream, in this definitive bed-fellow to your afternoon tea leaves, which is traditionally eaten on Epiphany but can be enjoyed throughout January. Menu.
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GET FIT, OR WATCH US GET FIT. OR BOTH.
It's January, which means it's physically impossible to make out a cheque without having to correct the final digit in the date section. It also means that you've either joined a gym, or you're definitely, probably, almost about to. If you fall into the latter category, The Club and Spa's got a long weekend where you can trial the outfit's wares (think super techy gym, 47 classes a week, climbing wall, pool, sauna and steam rooms). Get a completely free pass to The Club from January 22 to 24 by contacting the team. And if you need a modicum of encouragement, probably best find yourself a chair before you learn the news that you may well see us there. In a move that's got our closest friends questioning everything they thought they knew, we've joined The Club and we've also started a blog about the experience, which you can read here.
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MOVIE OF THE WEEK: HATEFUL EIGHT
Want to feel old? Talk to a young 'un about Quentin Tarantino, and appall yourself at how he’s now entered into the ranks of directors the kids can’t remember not being around. Middle age hasn’t shaved off a single one of his edges, though, and his new film is probably his most pessimistic and goriest, which is saying something. Eight ne’er-do-wells are snowed in in post-Civil War Wyoming, and what follows is a strange blend of Sergio Leone and Agatha Christie, which is tough to summarise without spoiling. Lines touching on contemporary racial issues in the US leave no doubt about Tarantino’s fury at how little progress there’s been in 150 years, but they’re swamped in endless and over-wordy monologues that can at times test the patience. He’s one of the greats, to be sure, but few artists have been more in need of an editor. Trailer and times
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