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… 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
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
Lady Blonde reports from Madison
When an invite comes through for a drink-date “somewhere in The City”, feelings of trepidation often ensue: will it be in a boozer over-spilling with red-faced suits trying to forget about their day jobs (and forgetting their manners and names along the way)? Or will it be somewhere filled with formality, making any flirtation stand … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from Pizza East Portobello
If the headlines from Ascot are anything to go by, it appears you can drag a city boy into finery but you can’t make him behave (though you can clearly make him drink). This seems to be becoming more and more the case amongst these nouveau types: the smarter the occasion and the more refined … Continue reading
Lady Blonde reports from Casa Batavia
Opinions can sometimes take time to form: you might only realise a film’s brilliance when, two days later, you realise you have thought of nothing else since the credits went up; it can take years to realise that those clothes you used to wear were inexcusably offensive and should have been burnt before they left … Continue reading
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