Mean Girls is a cult classic, and one my generation goes back to time and time again. Even now, about 13 years after it was released (it was the first 12-rated film I saw when I turned 12, pre 12A era), people - myself included - use particular lines in everyday conversation.
Mr Fogg's Tavern has been on my list (you know, the one all Londoners have, of places to visit, eat or drink, which is as long as their arm?) for ages. AGES. What a joy it was, then, to be invited to try their new brunch - launching next Saturday - complete with bottomless punch.
This post is inspired by an article I read on Refinery29 a week ago. It was written by a journalist I love and usually agree with - the title and intro had me nodding enthusiastically (on the inside) - but by the middle I was lost, and at the end I was like, 'oh, right.'
Okay guys, my apologies, I did bring my camera with me to this event but - classic - the memory card wasn't in there. So I apologise profusely for these grainy photos. But here's what went down at The Jam Tree's Rum-tini Masterclass with Pirate's Grog rum...
