Tag: Entertainment
I’m ever so slightly too young to vividly remember the immortal ITV kids’ show ‘Knightmare’. Just as well really, or else I think I’d still be yapping on about the nostalgic, cultish, shambolic, bombastic, and, at times, awesomely manic Knightmare Live interactive theatre show that I saw at last week’s …
I really never win anything. So winning a pair of tickets to a Saturday evening orchestral concert – the pinnacle of the Ealing Music and Film Valentine Festival – was quite the treat. Now in its second year, the Festival celebrates the best that Ealing has to offer, backed by …
Back when it was hot and balmy, I received an invitation to stay with friends in their family flat on Southwold high street. Southwold is exactly what I imagine similar seaside towns used to be, in the age of Enid Blyton. Green, pleasant and unmistakably English, you’d be forgiven for …
I always imagined that for my first ever night at the opera I would behave much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: crying so much as to almost pee my pants/liking it more than Pirates of Penzance.
Jealous of the endless parties and events that the Made in Chelsea set seem to solely exist to decorate? Me too. Luckily, I have a few ‘industry’ friends who hook me up with freebies from time to time: club memberships, free fashion shows, miniature-sized food (somehow tastes better), goodie bags …
Enamoured by amour? Sick of schmaltz? Or just indifferent to ‘involvement’? Whatever your take on V-Day or your Facebook relationship status, there are plenty of alternative options for you in the love-and-hate-struck city of London. For cynical singles Embrace the hate with a big group of chums with Speed Hating, …
We’re waiting in Vom 1. Months of early-morning dance rehearsals all come down to this. Immune to 80,000 noisy ticket holders outside, all we hear are instructions from Gina, our Manc director and segment chartist, on our in-ear radios. It’s 9.57pm on Friday 27th July 2012, and we’re about to …
As daft, nonsensical comedy goes, I’m not generally a fan. Sure, I enjoy Basil Fawlty’s führer walk as much as the next Brit-gold appreciator, but – don’t shoot me – I can give or take the kind of US humour found in Ferrell’s Anchorman. Which is why it startles me …
I’m a little late to the party here (I like to call it fashionably late), but I just read my first book on my new Kindle. And I have to admit it: I’m in love. A book geek to the core, I’ve been a staunch defender of the paperback. There’s …
It’s not often I feel like crying at gigs. Yes, I do enjoy a good cry most days and most trivial things (my mum was right; it does get worse as you get older), but not at a gig. Gigs for me are synonymous with a lot of waiting around, …
