The ball boys and girls have to run after balls really, really, really fast, like as fastest as they can and try not to breathe
When I meet Catherine Annis in her Notting Hill home to experience Scaravelli yoga, I’m not feeling particularly calm
I pay London transport more than £100 a month, for the privilege of standing room only and almost daily delays
Has moving to my East Dulwich cocoon made me feel like London’s problems are no longer my problems?
For those eight minutes of fireworks nobody thought about cuts, or price hikes, or job losses or pay freezes
Part of me wants to grab all the paper and shove it into our kerbside recycling boxes – are my neighbours blind?
We women mustn’t dare leave the house without being perfectly preened, painted and primed, ready to face the rat race
‘There’s a place in Harrow called View Point, which has the most wonderful views down over London. It’s so peaceful’
‘I love east London on a Sunday for Columbia Road flower market and Brick Lane’s vintage market’
What kind of pleasure can be garnered from always focusing on the next thing and ignoring the present?
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