For decades, King’s Road seemed to have secured the royal warrant on nightclubbing. From Sloane Square to the World’s End and beyond, from the 1920s to the 2000s, the two-mile stretch of the originally private throughway — once used by Charles II to ride out to the hunting grounds of Kew — was a veritable covert of boîtes, discos, hang-outs and debs’ delight dive bars.
And for what once seemed like forever, there was The 151 Club (“one five one”), the diviest Chelsea dive of all, affectionately nicknamed the “One Dive One” (and “One Five Slum”) by its Sloane-sleaze regulars.
