You can feel the villagey nature of London's most expensive neighbourhood in the mews houses that surround it. But while I have a tendency to shy away from places packed full of financiers, the airy yet intimate environs of Michelin-starred The Greenhouse means it feels comfortable and even cosy.

I found myself munching on a gull's egg this week. I wasn't planning on it, the situation just sort of arose and presented itself in my mouth. What's special about a gull's egg, you might be wondering. I was.

I'll admit it - I wasn't entirely sure what burrata was when I read about the new menu touting the stuff at Italian bolthole Babbo on Albemarle Street...

I'm not normally startled at the ever-escalating prices of some of London's restaurants. There's no hiding the fact that our capital is packed with so...

I am not walking across a beach but there is sand, and the above description is indeed of a condom. A pink condom. A filled condom. And I'm about to eat it.

There are important discussions to be had not only about how and why this social unrest came about, but how British society has allowed for a culture of celebrity, easy money, and up-for-grabs luxury to infiltrate via the media and become morally acceptable.