Category London


A very belated Merry Christmas/Happy New Year from me to you. Truth be told, I didn’t post before now because ever since January I’ve been victim to the classic January Blues. Until this year, I’d never really experienced them like this. It has genuinely felt miserable. It’s included a few bouts of (sober) public crying, one […]

Don’t Worry, Eat Sushi

I’m about to say a sentence that you probably never expected to hear: there’s a new Japanese/ Peruvian fusion restaurant on Clapham High Street and it’s SERIOUSLY DELICIOUS. Mommi is the latest raw bar and grill that cooks up the freshest Ceviche and Chirashi sushi, with a healthy side of LA interior and art. I […]

The Magic of Mike

Last week, I won tickets from Glamour Magazine to go to the Magic Mike XXL premiere in Leicester Square; and there’s no better opening sentence to anything I’ve ever written. I spent three days deciding how to best go about touching Channing Tatum’s abs without being thrown out. A further three days deciding what to […]

Keeping Up With Kayla

Disclaimer: This post is a genuine and honest opinion. I know it might offend any of Kayla’s army that read this. Please don’t throw your foam rollers at me, I only wanted to give my true thoughts. I’m all for sisters doing it for themselves, but this version just isn’t for me. Ever since September of […]

9 Tips on Surviving Your First Month in London

1.Try and avert your eyes. Be very wary of direct eye contact on the tube, I accidentally did that with a grown man who was crying earlier and he looked so ashamed that I’d seen him. It made me feel sad and made him sadder. Just don’t do it. If it’s late at night and […]

Plenty More Fish In The City?

This week a painter was in our flat, brightening up our windows (and no, it was not the window designer from Monki, but a very sweet old man from Romania). The only words he spoke to me were either “paint”, “sponge” or “yes”. Until one fateful afternoon when I was just minding my own business, […]

Pulling Myself Together

When I want to pretend I’m a ‘together’ person, I leave the reality of my applications/emails/desperate attempts at career organising in my very tiny flat and go into the outside world, to mingle with those that seem to be sorted. (I say seem because no one is ever really sorted – and that’s a philosophical point you can […]