The Soho Society seems to hope by curtailing clubs’ operating hours and objecting to any venue opening after 11pm, it’ll grind Soho’s streets into submission. But Soho’s circadian rhythm isn’t so easily interrupted. It begins with beeping binmen, the call of delivery drivers, the bustle of market traders and shopkeepers unshuttering, followed by the buzz of incoming office workers, excitable tourists, restaurant and bar staff and — as the crowds on the streets swell — the late lunchers clashing with the early-evening din outside the John Snow, the Coach and Horses and the French House. Dating couples arrive, along with…
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