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Esther Barnett

Esther Barnett has written 3 posts for The London Word
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Esther can afford her treats in life by working as a freelance researcher in the big bad bitter world of television production. She spends almost all of her other time reading, eating, watching and chewing the fat with friends in and around north slash east London. North London born and bred, she left the city for three years when a student in Nottingham but came back like a committed London dweller sitting on a boomerang, with the added bonus of a useless Media and Cultural Studies degree, huge debts and a boyfriend (two out of three aint bad) under her belt. She was one of those annoying kids at school who loved to be chosen to read out loud, has vivid childhood memories of parents hollering “Get that book off the dinner table!” and envies her two 12-year-old brothers who are given creative writing homework. She is devoted to literature, words and anything edible; books, quotes, scripts for films, song lyrics and particularly enjoys epilogues with chocolate. Her loves are blogging, cooking and going out for food, local drinking haunts containing pints of shandy (memories of summer), films, TV, people watching and small-scale shopping trips. Her favourite times of day are dawn and dusk and she loves the walk to the station after work on a Friday with the anticipation of the weekend ahead. London = Live The Dream.

Ganapati: South Indian South of the River

By Esther Barnett ⋅ December 29, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

When you think of India you think of the Taj Mahal, colourful saris, beautiful elephants and decent curry. It was my boyfriend’s birthday this week, so a group of us ventured to Ganapati in Peckham: a humble and generally blank-canvassed, (in terms of décor) south Indian restaurant.

S&M Gets Saucy in Smithfield

By Esther Barnett ⋅ December 2, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

On the other side of the window I see speedy City workers at lunch, running to High Street coffee chains, waving their money at naff, pre-packaged sandwiches and trendily titled bags of crisps. On my side of the window not only am I warm and toasty, nursing a mug of steaming hot builders tea, but I [...]

Penalty Charge Notice? Bite Me

By Esther Barnett ⋅ November 14, 2008 ⋅ Post a comment

As a freelancer I work here, there and everywhere, and my current contract means I have to drive to work, gritting my teeth against the torture of traffic on the north, then south circular (which is a whole other rant altogether) and make the unfortunate shlep across town to Shepperton Studios: Destination Nowhere.