Posts From the monthly archives: "January 2019"

Climbers

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No sportswear please. Climbers shun pretension, and see no need for showy spandex gear.  A seasoned climber knows that flexibility is a state of mind. Instead, Climbers roll out of bed in their sporting slacks. Lightweight, multi pocketed trews in varying degrees of putty and sage. Climbers hop onto their lightweight fixie Bike and glide…(Read More)

Car Booters

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It’s high stakes at the Car boot sale in December. Everyone seems very on edge. Rain is surely on the way. All-weather stallholders – some of the hardiest, Teflon-coated people you could ever encounter, stand beside their Skoda Octavia with hands on hips to stare up suspiciously at a grey marbled sky. It…(Read More)

The Ace Hotel

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The Ace Hotel could not possibly be worse. They have thought of everything. Every possible piece of clichéd hipster iconography has been wedged and stuffed into every crevice like that sausage challenge from Love Island. The Lobby is huge and dark and full of good-looking millennials on Macbooks presumably writing blogs or in…(Read More)

Sandwiches

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When I get round to pitching the tv show “Sandwich Pilgrimage” the first thing I shall address is this problem: One of the best sandwiches I have ever eaten haunts me to this day in its unrepeatable nature. It was a Reuben Special made for me at the Camellia Grill in New Orleans. A location…(Read More)

Crying At The Gym

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I have cried at so many gyms. I have cried on reformer machines with my legs in rings, on crosstrainers that make you look jolly and take faux triumphant strides (which is hard to pull off, let me tell you), in downward dog, face down on mats and have even walked out of a BodyPump…(Read More)

Turquoise

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Turquoise has got a bad rep I think. Mostly people wearing turquoise are to be avoided. Think of Aiden in Sex and The City. His fingers being overloaded with turquoise rings was costume design shorthand for “you don’t belong with this man”. Carrie just couldn’t align herself with a man wearing pseudo-Native…(Read More)

An Aesop Facial

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Off a bustling London high street there exists an unexpected oasis of curated calm so artisanal you will wonder how it is you have existed so long without it. Upon arrival in the shop downstairs, I shrugged off my coats (arctic out) and was led towards a hessian-upholstered chair in the middle of the…(Read More)

Emailing Granny

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An email from Granny is always exciting. As much as I wish we communicated by beautifully rendered cards and letters (as we used to!) it is not always feasible and I am all mouth no trousers when it comes to keeping up my end of the bargain. So emails work well. They are low-effort…(Read More)

The IronMan Cometh

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Phillips had to book parcelforce to come and collect my iron. They were going to look at it and evaluate why it was spitting boiling water at me through the ‘soleplate’ (worst 90s club name ever) then they were either going to fix the problem or give me a new iron.  This is a…(Read More)

I Once Met…

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I once met Anjelica Huston when I was commissioned to cook a ladies lunch party for a friend of hers that I worked for in the capacity of “Girl Friday” at the time. I can’t imagine what possessed me to make cold avocado soup but that is what happened and Anjelica being the Living…(Read More)