Sex, drugs, Bacchanalian excess… this documentary about Mike Oldfield’s huge-selling instrumental album ‘Tubular Bells’ has precisely none of the above. Instead, Oldfield’s drifting journey through the outer fringes of the music biz incorporates such rock ’n’ roll elements as entrepreneurism, depression, glockenspiel solos and the kind of personal therapy that involves lying on your back and yelling while gangs of bearded hippies enthusiastically poke you with pillows.
Surprisingly, this is an highly entertaining doc, exploring how Oldfield’s little analogue tape experiment blossomed into a mammoth prog monster, how the album single-handedly created the Branson empire, how William Friedkin loved the opening passage so much that he slapped it all over ‘The Exorcist’, and how Oldfield’s dabbling with alternative trauma therapies led to a happier life, it not necessarily a more creative one.
The Grill at the Dorchester
This venerable Mayfair restaurant reopened in 2014, having been given a new lick of paint and a little bit of a makeover. Well, you'd need one too if you'd been around since 1931. By the looks of things, it remains one of the grandest places in London in which to eat. Service will no doubt be every bit as impressive, too. As the name implies, it majors in grilled meats. Expect dishes such as Welsh lamb with polenta au gratin, salsify and almond, wild venison with a red wine jus, Highland Wagyu sirloin, pan-seared and braised pigeon, grilled suckling pig and grilled John Dory with mussels, jerusalem artichoke and kale. Set lunch, dinner and pre-theatre menus also feature, as do Sunday roasts.
Venue says: “Take a front row seat at our wine counter evenings and enjoy a wine and canapé journey covering six different pairings for £59.”