With an idle hour or two between teaching and meeting a friend at St Pancras I found myself wandering down to Somerset House, drawn by the lure of coffee at Fernandez&Wells and art at the Courtauld. Walking through Lincoln’s Inn fields I noticed that for once there was barely a queue outside the Soane Museum.…
Old school Italian with old skool choons.
Slow breakfast in a big room
Ham, mustard, tea. All good.
A Spanish gem in Finsbury Park. Yum.
In a cattle station on Charlotte St we get some Mexican food.
A brief muse on the changing status of the oyster from working class staple to high end luxury.
Arguing for a landmark museum of classical music in the City of London.
Once a year (or twice if I’m feeling very energetic and can get the time off work) I volunteer to collect donations on behalf of the Poppy Appeal.* It’s something that I welcome doing as a small act of remembering a good friend (now passed away) who once organised the poppy collectors of Chelsea, and also…
Having recently strayed from one of the purposes of this blog, which is to flag up things of interest to those in London on a limited budget, I return to the theme with two excellent exhibitions at RIBA and Ordovas Gallery. But with slight misgivings. As someone who occasionally works in the tourism/hospitality industry one of my key bugbears…
A London Journal 