After haranguing a friend who considers herself a staunch Remainer for still frequenting Wetherspoons, it occurred to me how difficult it is to go about everyday modern life without accidentally lining the pockets of some utter bastard.
Who knew that an evening of chucking pins at a wall would be such fun?
There’s no stopping the ‘mindfulness’ movement, which can be described as ‘actively trying not to piss your life away scrolling through endless feeds of memes and videos of, for example, a baby throwing up on a dog, or a montage of cute owls’.
Firepits, Thames-side views and steaming mugs of hot cider at the South Bank’s Rekorderlig pop-up.
Naked men. What’s not to like?
Fire Hazard Games’ new Evasion game will have you solving puzzles, defusing bombs and evading the clutches of undercover agents. (Basically, it’s one of those escape-the-room games but outside and on drugs. Bring your fake moustache.)
I’m not a huge fan of Christmas. I’m really not. I’ve tried, and there are lots of elements I like – namely the pigs in blankets and goodwill to all men – but the saccharine, schmaltzy side isn’t for me. What I really like is the cosiness of it all – the smell of real pine […]
It’s amazing how you can live in London for absolutely bloody ages and think you know about every cool thing going, and then, out of nowhere, you find out there’s an ice climbing wall hiding in Covent Garden, or a flying trapeze school in Hyde Park. Or a glassblowing studio in London Bridge.
There’s nothing nicer that taking a Friday afternoon off work. Especially when you’re going ice climbing, getting your beard did and beating the queues at one of Soho’s hottest new restaurants.
Several years ago, James 1 asked me if I wanted to go and see a play he’d got last minute tickets to at the Red Lion Theatre in Angel. They were free, so off I went.
