About two years ago I moved into a property buried deep in a London suburb. For reasons that will become clear the location will remain undisclosed, though It is owned by a housing trust and leased out to an agency; who fill it with people like me in order to keep vandals and sex workers from illegally squatting in the empty building. It's a regular fixture in the London living scene (especially for struggling artists) so I won't bore you with the details.
There are many restauranteurs completely committed to the free-from trade- so committed that they've gone exclusively free-from; offering their customers everything from gluten free onion rings to sugar-free cheesecake! Read on to find the restaurants that make living with a restricted diet, just that bit easier...
Sending Facebook into a frenzy of likes, hearts and applauding puppy emojis, the winners are announced live on cue. Leading women left, right and centre were awarded trophies of honour and recognition, faster than Crazy Eyes could pen a poem...
The weekend brunch. Giving us carte blanche to booze before midday and eat a billion, béchamel-laden calories. I'm sure there are some that think this mid-way meal a waste of time and money, but they are deranged.
Ah, London, I've loved you so. In our nearly five-year relationship I tried to make the most out of our time together, I've tried to please you in every way, but still it wasn't enough. It's got to be over.
The people's elbows have been dropped and the pedigrees delivered, the party is winding down and Wrestlemania is over. We have new champions, a new women's division championship belt and a host of new additions to the WWE roster. One might easily think that it is a time for sadness with more than 350 days until the next Wrestlemania but fear not! WWE is, as always, looking after it's universe of supporters and so here's five reasons why sports entertainment fans in the UK can feel suitably happy...
If you're worried about the future of cycling in London, come and talk to me in Camberwell Green from 5.15-5.45 this afternoon, at the Walthamstow Mini Holland from 9-10am on Thursday morning, at the unfinished superhighway in Hounslow at 6pm next Tuesday evening and the Olympic Park in Stratford from 8-9am next Friday.
As the spring sun slowly crawls up the Thames and warms up London's cold streets, people are emerging from their winter cocoons to embark on some springtime shopping. The longer, brighter and warmer days all make for happier and more comfortable trips to Oxford Street, Brick Lane and Westfield.
'The End of Longing' tells the story of four disillusioned thirty-somethings, each on the brink of an early mid-life crisis. Perry's character is Jack, an alcoholic who finds himself falling in love with 'high-class' prostitute Stephie.
Gin, tonic, ice, and lemon. Serving a classic G&T couldn't be simpler, in theory. And yet home-made attempts are often lacklustre compared to bar-bought ones. Access to quality ingredients are not the problem - local supermarkets are awash with small-batch artisan gin brands
London has taken the all-British tradition of the afternoon tea to the next level with new options ranging from the stylish to the quirky. From fairytales to cigars, here are the best afternoon teas in town.
It was the best work experience I've ever had, and if there's anything I've learnt it is to talk to as many people as possible, be confident, kind, and invest in a packet of biscuits. I felt so privileged to have been offered such a rare insight to working life and each day I left the office happy, driven and ready for more!
Where I live, in a fairly ordinary part of North London, a full-time childminder or nursery place can cost over £20,000. For one child. If you have two children, you're looking at nearly twice that. Childminders charge per child, as do nurseries.
Barely weeks after the first English Premiership rugby game played in New Jersey, USA by Saracens and London Irish, new evidence has emerged of an earlier American connection to another historic London club.
After working so hard to climb the social ladder, here I was sat in a 'dole' office asking for handouts because I had had the 'misfortune' of getting pregnant. With mounting debt and constant guilt about financial pressure on my partner, I lost all sense of self.
Some of you might know me as 'Charlie from Kiss', others as 'Charlie the DJ' - you're going to see a lot more of my blogs on here and before that I wanted to properly introduce myself to you all...