Our time in Islington ended last week, so before Christmas Mike and I went for dinner at The Booking Office at the recently renovated St Pancras Renaissance London Hotel at King’s Cross. (Yes, I know it’s technically Camden, but it’s only a mile from our old flat.) When it opened, my old boss took his then-girlfriend […]
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“Ooh, they do fries,” said Mike, brightening up slightly as a plate of polenta chips went by, before being immediately distracted by a Nigel Farage lookalike at the bar.
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I don’t know if there’s some underground trend that’s totally passed me by, but quite a few of my mates have recently gone veggie. It’s a pain if I fancy going to a steakhouse, but the upside is that there’s always someone willing to accompany you to a proper vegetarian restaurant. (I once suggested one […]
It was 7pm on a Tuesday and Drink Shop Do was teeming with people, mostly softcore hipsters in twos and threes, each little group sat at a rickety table with cocktails and cake.
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“Hurry up and get dressed,” said my flatmate, James 1. “We need to leave.” “I am dressed,” I said sulkily. And it was true, because if you can’t wear your ugliest hoodie and voluminous elephant-print trousers to an outdoor movie screening, then, well, when can you wear them? (Except of course inside, with all the […]
The mouse stunk. It was lying on a sheet of newspaper, and I was going to stuff it. If all went well, it would be posed in a whimsical position with a miniature top hat, but right now it was just a piece of rotting meat. Imagine leaving a raw chicken breast out for a […]
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It was much higher at the top of the platform than it had looked from the ground. The golden afternoon had seeped away and there was a bit of a wind picking up. In the distance, a phalanx of purple-grey clouds looked like they meant business. I’d just climbed up a very, very high ladder […]
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This month I’m working with Jeep and its #RenegadesWanted campaign to uncover some cool new things to do in London. The campaign is all about unleashing your inner renegade, and to give everyone a little push Jeep is running a competition with bad-ass prizes like cage-diving and a Bear Grylls-style survival weekend. (Well, sort of. […]
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When American food is done well – specifically with high-quality ingredients and by someone who actually understands flavour – it’s a rather magical thing. I’m therefore pleased to report that Joe’s Southern Kitchen Kentish Town is a winner. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
Anyone who has ever known me – or indeed, stood within 20 feet of me in a nightclub – will know that I cannot dance. My inability to co-ordinate any two parts of my body at the same time gives me, in times of unbridled merriment, the appearance of an over-inflated wacky waving inflatable arm […]