Sorry PC users….
So I forgot that there are still a fair number of people out there still using PC’s, god knows why, probably because they are company issue, I mean why else? but still the fact remains….. So my point is I haven’t tested my site on PC browsers yet and well so far it doesn’t work, so sorry but this site doesn’t at the moment load properly but I will get on it right away after my weekend in Copenhagen where I’m going to check out Tivoli Gardens which Disneyland is based on OH YES IT’S TRUE! No related posts.

The Eagle
This was the first so-called ‘gastro-pub’ in London started by one of the Eyre brothers. That is the main reason I like it. It looks much the same as all other gastro pubs but being one large room with the bar along one wall and lacking any nooks and crannies it somewhat lacks an element of ‘cosiness’, although in it’s favour it does look like a pub rather than an over-gentrified ‘gastro-pub’.* The food however is great. I love ordering fish and getting the whole fish. I generally inhale my food so picking through all the bones gives me somethi

Cafe Picasso
A Chelsea institution and a perfect place for celebrity spotting. Every walk of life comes here from supermodels to actors to tourists, to rich locals and down and outs. It’s a pretty standard London cafe, a bit dowdy but charming as it hasn’t changed since the sixties with the usual stodgy caff food. A few years back whilst doing an internship at Storm Model agency up the road I used to frequent Café Picasso to get soggy chips for one of the bookers who I downright couldn’t stand and therefore resented this job above all else. Model bookers are generally VILE BEASTS who I would gladly knock off the face of the earth with the long arm of the lords mighty wrath. I would lov

National Chocolate Week
So it’s National Chocolate Week coming up but I will miss most of it as I’m driving to Vienna and back. Lex is moving house and needs to leave some boxes at home (in Vienna) and I think she just wants an excuse to go for a drive. I’m obviously always up for a trip as I have no responsibilities whatsoever. This in many ways is a good thing but as some of my friends like to point out, I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, no car no house just a lot of books, tea cups and old VHS tapes with nothing to play them on but spent 2001-2005 so diligently trawling Ebay for out-of-print films that I can’t just chuck them away. If however I was around I most defi

Fika
A night out with Drage is one of my favourite ways to spend an evening. He’s the perfect male, just effeminate enough to not only cite but tell the difference between good jeans and lesbian jeans, yet you wouldn’t catch him standing in front of a mirror, feet turned slightly inwards pulling at the corners of his t-shirt stating “I’m getting fat”. Drage is far from fat but wouldn’t care a whole deal if he were. He ordered the gnocchi. Fika is such a perfect little restaurant (aside from the near deal breaking fact that I can see part of the kitchen due to the lack of a concealing door). It’s small and cosy prompting Drage to point out that “it’s all very relaxed, I don