The concept of the mid-week accidental boozy dinner never really went away. But in this shiny new 30-something world where midweek evenings are all about scrolling through your phone, weekends are the domain of Events (with a capital “e”), and ‘catching up’ is reduced to 10 minutes of rushed speed-dating style Q&As conducted while following the host into kitchens, gardens, toilets, or towards front doors, they’re more important than ever.
If you’ve had a less than brilliant day at work, here’s where to go instead of going home, putting on The Bodyguard, and getting into bed. Although getting into bed does sound kind of good, to be fair.
Going to Somerset House film screenings? Here’s the definitive list of what to bring from someone who’s been twice (rain and shine).
Commuting is like brushing your teeth: a personal, twice-daily routine you sort of weirdly look forward to at the beginning and end of the day. If you try talking at the same time, that’s when things go wrong.
On paper, no one should enjoy a marathon. It’s not so much the whole running for 26 miles stuff that bothers me – I mean, they’re your knees, do what you want – and more the fact that most marathons take place on a Sunday. Which, if I need to remind you, is a designated day […]