When we first came to London, I remember sitting in the Tube and reading advertisements for a concert at Leeds Castle. I remember thinking how odd – why would you travel all the way up north to Leeds when you could attend any number of concerts of all descriptions on any given night in London? […]
A few years ago, I used to run a blogging event together with by blogging BFFs Andrew and Johanna. Some of you may remember it: Waiter, There’s Something in My… Every month we came up with a theme and asked people to make dish that fit in with the theme. Some were easy: soup with […]
My brother and I have always been suckers for lists. Lists of the top ten songs of the year; or the top ten fastest cars in the world; or the top ten tallest mountains – if it came in a numbered list we were all over it like a rash. In fact, I think my […]
**STOP PRESS** The Randomizer.org has spoken and chosen the winner of the Bluebasil gourmet brownies giveaway – and the winner is EMMA HOWARD! Congratulations, Emma – we will be in touch soon via e-mail to arrange for delivery of your prize! ** Over the summer, I spent a weekend in Paris and met up […]
“The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things; Of shoes and ships and sealing wax; of cabbages and kings…” So wrote Lewis Carroll in The Walrus and the Carpenter, one of the very few poems in which the humble cabbage gets a mention. Can anybody actually think of another notable cabbage […]
Dealing with travel bookings would have been so much easier if I were a mushroom. You see, if Mr Chantrelle booked a plane ticket and turned up with a passport saying “Monsieur Girolle”, check-in staff would not bat an eyelid. Or if “Herr Pfifferling” turned up for the flight instead, they would welcome him with open arms – not only because he’s a fun guy (!) but because despite their different names, these three mushrooms are in fact one and the same delicious thing.
So… rumour has it that a certain Very Very Large Sporting Event is about to take place, virtually in my back yard here in London. For almost 12 years we have lived in what most west-Londoners considered a distant and drab backwater of the capital (pretty much how most west-Londoners regard anything east […]