Look it happens. Sometimes you just want to meet a mate in the evening and sit and have a catch up without getting smashed and waking up on Tuesday morning feeling like the world has thrown its heaviest, sharpest buildings on your head. You want a cup of tea. You don’t want to be out too late. And instead of spending £30 on a nice, nutritious dinner, you want a huge slab of cake. Here’s where to go.
Space makes me feel a bit weird. It’s not space’s fault, it can’t help being a vast expansive uncharted mass of darkness that makes everyone who looks at it and thinks too hard do a mind-shrivel into a never-ending hole of circular questioning and self-doubt, and it can’t help being an omni-present reminder of our relative insignificance […]
I went to Secret Cinema and marvelled at the magnificent Back to the Future world they’d created. Sod the set. I’m on about the lack of PHONES.
If there was a record for being the first person to leave Chelsea Flower Show without seeing any show gardens, I came close to achieving it.
Armed with 20 books, I took to the streets of London to unleash the reading bug on the unsuspecting public. This is what happened.