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Gemma Hughes

Gemma Hughes has written 5 posts for The London Word
Gemma Hughes began her love-hate relationship with London upon moving here in 2003. She immediately embarked on the glamorous-sounding career trajectory of working first as a fashion buyer and later, within the music industry. Next, she made the decidedly less glam move of going back to school to formally train as a journalist. In deepest Essex. She now writes homes and interiors features for the national press, arts & music reviews for various websites and whatever waffle is on her mind. She likes Derren Brown, gravy, oysters and getting drunk in Soho. She does not like Clapham, foods that pop or any kind of goblin/dragon/dwarf filled literature.

Valmont Club: All That Glitters…

Unfortunately in life, having money often means having access to the finest things around; designer clothes, the best restaurants and that most strange and beautiful creature – the members club. So when an invite to the first birthday party of Fulham’s luxurious Valmont Club arrived on my desk, I grabbed the chance to put my [...]

Stereo MCs at Brixton’s JAMM

With an unpopular, unelected Prime Minister, recession all around and hammer pants inexplicably back in fashion - everything does seem to have gone a bit ’90s. And with this in mind, The Boy and I set off to Brixton to see none other than the Stereo MCs on Saturday night.

Just St James - Infusing Style and Substance

Situated slap bang in the middle of London’s navy-blue suit wearing, Champagne guzzling, blonde foppish hair-swinging heartland, Just St James sits doing what all good Mayfarians do – wearing its wealth on its sleeve.

Erect! Plenty of Gags at the Hen & Chickens

Important thing number one you should know about this play: do not type ‘erect’ into Google when trying to find out the relevant performance details. Important thing number two: it’s worth going to see.

The Garden State - London’s Best Beer Gardens

These days, given the chance, Londoners are an outdoorsy lot. Gone are the slick, faceless style bars of old where Prada-clad darlings bathed in the ‘mood lighting’, sipping Absolut vodka. Instead, we seem to want to forget we’re in a city at all and drink Magners whilst sitting at a three-legged picnic table round the [...]