There’s Dr Dre, in his immaculate Air Force 1s, the only sneaker he ever wears. Nearby, in the 70-capacity VIP Lizard Lounge, is Jimmy Iovine, Dre’s fellow member of the billionaire boys’ club since the pair sold their Beats headphones biz to Apple. Here’s Joy Crookes, being offered a little tub of Eminem’s signature Mom’s Spaghetti.
And all around in this listed, brick-built, 2,500-capacity, 19th-century former power station in the shadow of the Shepherd’s Bush Westfield, London’s fleet-footed and fashion-forward are running slick rings round the rink to a DJ soundtrack of Afrobeats and live sets from Central Cee, General Levy and Kaytranada.
