What gets me is the people who move to London and live an existence you could live on a trading estate in Devon. Why move to London, rent a mouldy room and suffer relentless damp if you aren’t going to embrace its social(ising) superiority?
Like a modern Alice in Wonderland, getting to Brasserie Roux restaurant requires quite a journey: past a sanitised reception area - where one would assume ambience and character go to die - and through an expansive, marble, rabbit warren that is the Sofitel Hotel.
Some people choose to substantiate their existence with capital gain, social standing and a career descent that gives us mere 9-5er‘s severe social vertigo.
So, this, what is it called again? The ‘Credit Crunch’ is it? Remind me because it’s hardly been mentioned at work, at home, on the Tube, in the shower, at the vets, during sex, at dinner or anywhere else. Why the newspaper is choosing to ignore the looming recession and focus solely on BBC re-runs of [...]
When I rocked up to the Natural History Museum for the last day of London Fashion Week yesterday I knew I was fully indoctrinated into the fashion massive when I was caught bitching in the queue for Ashish.
Taking place in the salubrious setting of the Paul Hamlyn Hall at The Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, this show was the most auspicious of my London Fashion Week outings thus far. I was off to see the coveted collection of Nicole Farhi. My eyes were peeled for celebs and my chest accessible for autographs.
Caroline Charles knows how to put on a good show. Opting for a live band instead of a banging soundtrack was a great way to enhance the quality of her collection at London Fashion Week. Though, when the band was announced it wasn’t clear if we were told ‘to clap’ or if the band were [...]
Sunday morning I arrived bright and early at the Natural History Museum to peruse the opening collection of London Fashion Week spring/summer 2009. It was like a scene from The Wizard of Oz (if the yellow brick road had a tedious queue). There was an abundance of backcombed lion’s manes, a lot of brainless chatter [...]
I hate technology as much as the Queen hated Dodi Al Fayed; only I’m more upfront about it. If I was on my moped and saw an Apple Mac sidling along beside me in its Merc’ I would definitely obstruct the driver’s vision. London is a city that lives and breathes technology. Its deep, smoggy [...]
When I accepted employment as an account manager at a London advertising agency my nearest and dearest patted me on the back and sent me off to the frontline (people in advertising love to speak in war language, ‘assemble the troops’, ‘divide and conquer’, ‘we’re all tossers’… ok maybe they don’t say that last one).
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