The Ebury restaurant in Chelsea is running hula hooping classes this January to help punters shimmy off that Christmas fat
She stuck tiny acupuncture needles into my shins and wrists to stimulate the energy channels to my face
It sounds scary: Ministry of Waxing – less beauty institute, more S&M House of Pain
Last week I had London’s landmarks in the palm of my hand
The Feng Shui master of the White Cloud Temple of Beijing pops by Pimlico for a visit
The guppies were a talking point for the Americans. Magnificent, squirming creatures, scaling the walls in electric blue and pillar box red plastic…
My friend and I arrived at Canela, a Brazilian/Portugese restaurant near Carnaby Street, to be greeted by confusion.
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.
Of course, I’d never have known these were difficult times were it not for the cast of Ordinary Dreams – Or: How to Survive a Meltdown with Flair reminding me. I was braced for a clodding, frozen asset of toxic debt to pin me to my seat in imaginative redundancy. But while the play did [...]
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