When I went to South Carolina in 2015, I didn’t want to come back. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where I cried in the airport and didn’t want to get on the plane. Not because I’m afraid of flying – on the contrary, in the sky is one of my favourite places to be – but because I didn’t want to leave Myrtle Beach.
I love London. I always thought I hated it, because it’s a city and I think of myself as predominantly a country person, but I love it. The anonymity, the melting-pot of cultures, the way my little corner of it feels like a community but also most people mind their own business.
I love that it’s a very walkable city, and few areas are more appealing to walk around than the Thames Path. Read more
I’m having a bit of a phase. It’s a phase that might turn out not to be a phase after all, by which I mean it might well end up lasting forever.
The phase is plants. I’m a bit obsessed. Read more
The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Read more
The fifth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Read more
I have several favourite wine shops in London, and unfortunately Jeroboams just opened a new branch on Kensington High Street, which means I’ll have to split my loyalties four ways instead of three. Currently they’re divided between Huntsworth Wines on Kensington Church Street, The Good Wine Shop in Chiswick, and Your Sommelier, who get bonus points because they’re an online shop who deliver to the door.
Tastings-wise, I normally stick with La Cave à Fromage in South Kensington: they pair excellent cheeses with good wines. Their truffle cheese event a few weeks ago was epic.
I hadn’t been to a tasting at The Good Wine Shop before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I couldn’t resist something that used this as their event picture, so I signed up and went along. Read more
The third instalment in an ongoing series which was born of me not wanting to keep dealing with people’s incredulous looks when I tell them what I do. Read more
Last year I could barely eat. I certainly couldn’t eat anything spicy. So when Chai Naasto dropped their menu through my door one day, it felt tantalisingly cruel.
At the end of last year, when I was finally allowed to go outside again and able to walk more than about seven paces without collapsing in a pathetic heap, I started a Sunday tradition of going for a walk along the river. Gradually this seems to have evolved into spending Sundays wandering around various bits of London, before coming home for a warm bath and a hot chocolate.
At the beginning of this year, I looked through all the places I’d been bookmarking since I moved back to London four years ago, and decided to actually go to them. Most of these are either restaurants or wine bars, and almost all have been recommended either in wine magazines or by wine aficionados (which I almost shortened to ‘winos’, but nope. Different thing.) I booked myself in for one per week initially, but after the first trip I realised that (a) it would be exhausting to go out that often and (b) my budget would be completely blown after the first one each month. So I think my self-dates will have to be once a fortnight at most. Read more
As we all know, I’ve been offline a lot lately, and work hasn’t exactly been as busy as it normally is, due to my organs rebelling against their allocated tasks and rising up in a kind of painful internal revolution.
I’m not blogging as often either, mainly because my brain feels like it’s made of cotton wool that’s been drenched in chloroform. But it’s looking like this whole situation is going to be dragging on for fucking ages, and so I’ve decided to return to doing a round-up post once a week on this blog, for four reasons:
- There’s generally one day a week when I feel vaguely alive.
- I’d like to keep some kind of blog activity going.
- While I’m not able to do anywhere near as much as usual, I am still getting some stuff done. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that because of the amount of time I’m currently spending lying on the sofa watching Netflix, but I think it’d be good to reassure myself that I am still living my life, albeit in slo-mo.
- People keep asking me for updates on how I am and what condition my health is in, and it’s exhausting to have the same conversation 46 times, so if you want updates, you now know where to get them.
So, without further ado, the round-up of the last week or so.