Lady Blonde reports from: The Stafford London by Kempinski
BB and I had our first argument. This was brave of him: I tend to call a spade a tosser, before wielding it above my head. Yet on this occasion, despite knowing I was right and that he was being beyond unreasonable, I heard myself apologising, saying “I wouldn’t do it again.” WHAT?! I mentally … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from… Hoxton Grill
As the groans subsided and he lent back, spent, he looked at me with eyes that were drooping under the weight of complete satisfaction, over a scene of disarray that spoke of the devouring that had just unfolded. Then, with a raspy voice laced with exhausted fulfilment, he said the sweet, sweet words we all … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from… The Admiral Codrington
Three of my best friends are about to get married. Not to each other, obviously – they are from the Home Counties after all – but to respective men over the next three weekends. This is the bit I’ve been waiting for, as, thankfully, the Hen weekends are now finally over. The past month has … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from… HUNter 486
BB and I are in that alarming abyss that exists between dating and “being official”. I call it an abyss because it is such an unnavigable stage: one feels self-conscious and completely unsure of one’s footing; and the thought of hitting the bank on the other side before the other is horrifying (so much so, … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from… Kopapa
I’m normally a fan of breakfast meetings. They are a nice way to ease into a day, provided you follow a few simple rules: ensure you have already spoken that morning so your first utterance does not sound like someone has just stepped on a frog; do make sure yesterday’s socks or pants are not … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from Bistro du Vin Soho
Soho’s always been a hunting ground – anyone who’s been won’t need telling twice. Indeed it is believed “Soho (ho-ho-ho)” derives from a hunting cry that would have once sent hounds tearing after some poor, breathless fox on the meadows that used to lie where Dean and Brewer Street now stand. Two hundred or so … Continue reading
Get the drift: Lady Blonde reports from The Drift
Heron Tower on Bishopsgate – a girly stone’s throw from Liverpool Street Station – looks like every other faceless glass-panelled high-rise that lines the streets of the City. But now, tucked behind this corporate façade is something we non-bankers fear: a cavern of corruption – an area dedicated to ensuring no work is (or can … Continue reading
Love the skin you’re in: Lady Blonde reports from Debbie Thomas @ Hari’s Salon
Some people look expensive. They tend to be the understated ones; the ones that aren’t in the predictable gaudy restaurants, with ‘out-there’ clothes, talking as loudly possible about how many months (not weeks) they holiday for and how simply “fehb-ulous” their hairdresser/manicurist/beauty therapist is. Instead, they have un-made-up, beautiful skin, glossy hair, classically chic clothes … Continue reading
Get out of town: Lady Blonde reports from The Royal Oak, East Lavant
As we pulled in to the beachside car park he said, “Weird. I’ve been here before.” I looked around. The sandy beach ran as far as the eye could see in both directions with not a person in sight. “I came here with friends years ago,” he continued, looking both a little bewildered and sheepish, … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from Bocca di Lupo
This week, I was invited on a date to Bocca di Lupo. Bocca di Lupo opened in 2008 in the heart of Soho and has been heralded as a stylish but enjoyably informal destination for Italian cuisine ever since. The décor is chic and authentic with an essence of faded Venetian grandeur about its soft … Continue reading
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