Tag: London

Bill’s, Bill’s, Bill’s

Nope, I haven’t just bastardised my blog with excessive punctuation. I’m not even referring to the first ever CD single I bought by Destiny’s Child (really), or the things that come through your letterbox (oops, just went a bit ‘accidental Partridge’ there). I am in fact talking about the freshest …

Event envy: Sony Xperia Z launch party

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 …

Alternative Valentines for lovers and haters

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, …

On board with naval networking: Social Media Week

Yesterday saw my second ever stab at hosting an event, and I’m still reeling. Established for writers, bloggers, editors, videographers, designers, producers, PRs and any other content creator ‘meedya’ types, the CCC is basically just a place for people exactly like me. And if you’re immersed in digital like I …

Pajama Men: In The Middle of No One

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 …

Wake me from my politi-coma

I guess you could say I’m politically apathetic. I care enough to watch the news, but not enough to vote. Yes, I’ll admit it: I don’t vote. I clearly remember the mid-90s ad campaign that zipped up the electorate’s mouths with the words: “If you don’t vote, you don’t have …

Not Neutral about Jeff Mangum

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, …

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