Between work and jetting back and forth to Italy I hardly get the chance for a proper bit of tourism. For the first time in a long while I had a perfect night out eating mexican fare in a trendy set of containers belonging to the chain Wahaca. Drinks plus dinner came to a decent … Continue reading
Borough Market is an institution, the problem is deciding what you’re goin to eat. Salted beef sanwiches with pickle, a croissant and the besy filtered coffee of your life at Monmouth, Iberian ham at the Jamoneria, fresh cheese from Neal’s Yard Dairy, suckling piglet from roast, burrata from an Italian vendor or paella from a … Continue reading
My new neighbourhood of the Royal Arsenal riverside is an enticing mix of converted warehouses, old military barracks and an exlectix mix of cultures. Drab and cheap mixes with sophisticated and repurposed for a combination that is hard to quite classify. On one side of the Woolwich Arsenal station you have discount shops, people on … Continue reading
I have to admit that I was highly skeptical of spending my Saturday afternoon at a wax museum, but I must say that Madame Tussaud’s was a nice little distraction from the more serious and pressing matters. The Baker Street location is organized very well if you don’t go during rush hour where the line-ups … Continue reading
When I laid out the plan for my life when I was a kid, London was never on my list of places to live, so it’s safe to say that Essex never even crossed my mind. My first Essex encounter was watching Little Britain’s spoof character Vicky, the vulgar overweight, heavily make-up’d teenager who had … Continue reading
In the summer months I am all about those light and fresh citrus scents. Now I can’t say it’s the best ever, but for me Carthusia’s Mediterraneo was my first lemon eau de toilette. I came upon it in their white stone flagship shop on the island of Capri which is a haven for lovers … Continue reading
Finally got around to having a proper spot of tea in London. I have to say the location was unbelievably old-school elegant British and we were seated in a wintergarden. The stale finger sandwiches and outsourced pastries kind of spoiled the all around experience, but the ambience helped. Gotta start somewhere! Here’s to the next … Continue reading
I could get lost in here all day.
Your own personal luxury bathroom complete with an air blade handryer. This is how it should always be.
Cherries that cost £95 a kilo, an entire room dedicated to gourmet chocolate, coffee and tea, shortbread tins and the most luxe deli you’ll ever see. At least you can walk away from Harrods with a roll of bread 😉 .