
It was a grey day in London town and I found myself sliding into a slough of despond.

London how I love you but how I do not love the high cost of renting, the high cost of transport and the high cost of everything else that makes a claim for your pocket as soon as you have stepped out of the house? These high costs give rise to the time guzzling evil [...]

If you’d told me I could exist on just four smoothies a day (no coffee, no wine, no cakes, no sausage butties), I’d have laughed. But you know what? I did - and I felt better than I’ve ever felt in my life. Oh, and I lost 7lb in five days.

If your idea of hell is 40 women jostling for clothes, first-day-of-the-sale style, then swishing may not be your thing. But if you love the idea of revamping your wardrobe for nothing then you have to join in!

It’s not often that you see a production of a Shakespearean play that involves suited and booted Cockney gangsters, folk singers huddled in the corner of an East End bar, and a chap with a resemblance to Brad Pitt indulging in some gratuitous smooching and bottom-groping with a woman dressed like Mary Quant.

The idea of a walk in Richmond Park evaporated the second the clouds burst and my friend and I scurried for shelter to The Victoria.

Spoken word is one of those unconventional mediums that habitually struggles to make a mark in the mainstream. But the Essex duo that is Dan le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip are at the forefront of a spoken word movement that’s seen them successfully surf the UK singles chart on a wave of electronic beats and [...]

My visit to Brouge was littered with ifs, buts and maybes; had it been a cold winter’s night, I would no doubt have relished this cosy establishment with its cellar-like set up. Unfortunately though, I just felt a bit sweaty in the May heat.

Having been potentially dropped on the head as a child, I spent a good 20 minutes writing notes on the band Colourmusic, at Islington’s Bar Academy on Monday, before realising that they were the support and not, Wave Machines, the main draw.

‘I’m very sorry Sir, but we can’t turn the music down. It’s preset to this level, or off.’ That statement spoke volumes. ‘222’ (or ‘twotwentytwo’ as the menu advises) is the basement restaurant at London’s Landmark Hotel (222 Marylebone Road). It re-opened a month ago, a victim of a makeover more about vanity than sanity.
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