All posts tagged: London

Homecoming | What happens when you finally return…

It was the books. Children, at all cost, should be kept away from books. My formative years were spent cutting out ‘plans’ from the likes of Conde Nast’s Traveller and imagining all sorts of mischief I could get up to in those far away unpronounceable lands. I whiled away time reading the likes of The Swiss Family Robinson and just hoping that with some sheer stroke of luck, I too could be marooned on a far off island – but of course with the ability to snap my finger and magic myself  some home comforts, like hot cocoa, more books and a nice warm bath. I have always lived a life looking out. My surroundings, where my unconventional tastes and sensibilities made me both a target and pariah, definitely contributed to the need to escape. There’s really no need to delve into the particulars of it all, because I’m still personally making sense of it all. What was at least certain was that I have always wanted to be free. But from what? I wouldn’t dare call myself an escapist – But aren’t …

For Pete’s sake! | Up close and a bit too personal at the Pete Doherty gig in Bangkok’s Moose, Ekkamai

A friend recently reviewed the Pete Doherty gig for NME (click here for the article), and as one of the very few people in that room who wasn’t a die hard fan of the Libertines or team Doherty; I felt hesitant to give my account of the whole experience. After all, I really couldn’t tell you a song that either him or his former band had created. Nevertheless, two weeks (and several cups of rooibos tea) later, I feel as if the hype has died down, and I can really ‘tell it how it was’. He needs help. I spent a lot of time, picking my words. But that was all that I could come up each time I replayed the events of that night. I’ve rewritten this article about 4 times now and that is still the only thing that leaps out at me. That and: He really needs help. Both I and the German had briefly lived just off Camden road station; at the time when he and Amy Winehouse had been at the …

“Eastern Treats” | A taste of the crème de la crème of Thai perfumery

It seems a world away, when I was working at one of London’s most iconic stores, Liberty. To this day, it is still one of my favorite places to be. The bustling counter of La Labo was just an eyeshot away, so its not hard to see how: surrounded by pure unadulterated luxury, sophistication and class; I used to wonder what it would be like to have my very own bespoke scent. It is very rare for me to find a perfume that fits. Not only am I extremely choosy, but I guess you could say that I am old school, in the sense that I believe that fragrances should be personal. I never quite understood how or why people would choose to wear some of the concoctions out there, just because it was a famous brand or endorsed by a particular celebrity. That, and I find that many fragrances disagree with my skin, resulting in a rash or a lingering acetic smell. Cue – Erb. Thailand’s Erb is a luxury brand that was started by one of the nation’s …

Don’t try and fool me with fish

In England cod reigns supreme. Deep fried and battered.  Yet, with the decline of both cod and the local fish’n’chip shop, you could be fooled to thinking otherwise. I used to work at, what can only be described as, an over-glorified fish and chip restaurant, in the heart of London. I was a receptionist-slash-waitress-slash-verbal-punching-bag for management. It’s still there today. Its almost become an institution. God help us. Local business men with meetings, high society types  and foreign travelers, would all descend on the place, seeking (supposedly) ‘the best fish and chips experience’ in London. But for £15 and upwards, not including service charge for extras. You can get stuffed. I don’t mean that in the happy go lucky “eat till your full” way. I mean it in the classic, “even if I had gold dripping out of my nose, I still wouldn’t” way. In the whole time I had worked there, I had tried it once. Seeing how they mostly fed us overcooked pasta and some rice (I was forever bloated), you can imagine the built-up anticipation, before that very first bite.. …

Throwback Thursday….

It’s definitely Thursday somewhere in the world. Aha! I knew it. As I write this, I can confirm (ladies and gentlemen of the jury), that it is 6pm on Thursday…in London. The whole time zone situation has been explained to me, over and over again, but it doesn’t mean I actually get it. This was life my, a year ago: My beloved Xena and I were inseparable. I was discovering the wonders of baking (of course my photographic skills weren’t as good as they are today). I had my chooks and they had me as their mother hen. [I’m to the crazy one to the right] And I had my best friend by my side. Oh Bernadette. I can imagine that if she ever sees this picture, I’ll be forced (under pain of death or morbid mutilation) to take it down. But that was my life then….And this is now… I’m alone. But I’m still cooking. This is my new garden. Its the size of a single bed but I know I can make something of it. I …