The Cabaret Extravaganza: Tiger Exotica

Forget tasteful tributes and rainbow-safe programming. Tiger Exotica doesn’t care for good behaviour. For one night only, Madame Rouge trades subtlety for spectacle with a Pride show that’s less parade, more fever dream. Think Tiger King meets cabaret meets something your conscience probably wouldn’t approve of. Sequins clash with animal print, morals are questionable at best and the whole thing teeters on the edge of brilliance or complete collapse. Possibly both. It’s sultry, chaotic and proudly excessive – the sort of evening that doesn’t end with a bow but with a blackout. There are no lessons here, no tidy message. Just a room full of beautiful strangers, a questionable amount of faux fur and the sense you’ve just witnessed something slightly illegal. One night. No second chances. You’ve been warned. Jun 7. B990 via here and B1,190 at the door. Hemingway's, 8pm onwards