Contemplating 'normality'

My daily soundtrack has been very different, the last two and a half months. From energetic work out music, 'How to Fail' podcasts and train announcements, it's become wood pigeons, the trickle of a fountain and Absolute Radio (my parents love the 80s).

From quarantine, with love

It feels weird returning to this blog at a time like this, especially when you consider it was my place to document restaurants and events for so long. The fact of the matter is that as my following remained static, my invites from PRs dried up, and I wasn't sure what I had to contribute on here anymore.

Table for one at Bancone

One of my favourite things to do in London is explore new places alone. Mainly because I like to do things on my own terms, but sometimes it's because I can never be sure if my findings will be underwhelming - then, at least, I'm only disappointing myself.

Talking therapy

I'm no stranger to therapy. If anyone knows what it's like to sit in a room, once painted 'positive' yellow (since bleached by the sun) with chairs as comfy and welcoming as the NHS can afford, it's me.