In the beautiful surroundings of the Old Finsbury Town Hall in Islington, a group of strangers stand around a grand piano
Delicate filo baskets, teriyaki salmon on a stick and chocolate strawberries showed promise in the kitchen
I hold my hand up in front of my face. I can see nothing. There is a base note of panic in the air
Can astrology help predict England’s success in this year’s World Cup? I was up for finding out
The Last Tuesday Society: devoted to exploring and furthering the esoteric and artistic aspects of life in London
I headed down to the Nicky Clarke salon in Mayfair on a rainy night for his ‘summer’ soiree
Kilburn and the High Road have a gritty rock ‘n’ roll history. Aside from being the name of the late great Ian Dury’s band (Kilburn and the High-Roads), this area, essentially the A5 or the old Roman Road, Watling Street, has always hosted a variety of music venues.
I first heard about the film The End of the Line on Twitter. Chefs such as Thomasina Miers and Tom Aikens were pledging to no longer serve endangered species of fish, and Stephen Fry exhorted everyone to watch the film.
The last time I went to Café Oto I was dumped. In the middle of the date. Feet pointing away (apparently a classic sign) the date suddenly stated: ‘You are not my girlfriend you know.’ Biting back the tears, I sought refuge in the loo.
The Crown pub has a felicitous location, overlooking the fountains and wrought iron gates of Victoria Park in London’s East End. The upstairs has been transformed into a gastropub-style dining room, painted in French grey, with a dresser, vintage china, a shabby-chic mix of scrubbed pine tables and black and white photographs on the wall.
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