“As we soar over Northern England the plane starts to rock and sway; bad weather in the Scottish borders has led to the kind of turbulence that makes you close your eyes and grip the seat and pray for meteorological equilibrium.”
My heart sinks whenever I read that something is ‘the new cupcake’. Some perfectly innocent…
“There was a time when the corner of Bethnal Green Road was not the epicentre of distressed, broken down cool; a time when bags were cheap plastic, rather than vintage Chanel.”
It was a good one, wasn’t it? I hope so. Lots of feasting and fun…
“For over 150 years the name of Rothschild has not only been synonymous with high finance but the fine wine of Bordeaux, considered to be the greatest wine region since the 13th century.”
“The old bookworm arose, twitching eagerly, and I sighed. It was his birthday, and I knew what this meant; another day of pandering to every of his whims, which normally verge between the esoteric and the frankly unspeakable.”
Angela Clutton conjures up a contemporary spin on a classic for that perfect Christmas breakfast……
“A school drop-out from Kosovo who washed pots at an Angus Steak House on landing in London in the mid-90s, Shabani went on to produce ‘Konik’s Tail’, regularly voted a leading brand by both press and his peers.”
“The Westbury is one of Mayfair’s more understated hotel addresses. Tucked away between the hedge funds and art galleries, away from the gaze of shoppers and tourists, it luxuriates gently, with a quiet confidence.”
It happens every year, doesn’t it? Even to the most Christmas-tastic of us. There always…
“Whether it’s gorging on hot cross buns for Easter, tucking into neeps and tatties on Burns’ Night or seeing in the Chinese New Year with spring rolls and a few glasses of Jiu, I’m never one to turn down a food-related festival…”
It’s a great word, don’t you think? Syllabub. So silly and frothy and light and…