Last night I went to the London Bloggers’ Meetup Group’s Summer Social at Doggett’s Coat & Badge. The room we had overlooked the Thames, giving us a great view of the City’s skyline, from St Paul’s to The Gherkin, and the boats travelling up and down on the river below. Quite a few of us…
Month: July 2008
Nyonya in Notting Hill
When Monsieur and I returned to London after our holiday in Malaysia, it didn’t take long before we were craving Malaysian food, so off we went in search of good Malaysian eateries in London. Before too long, we found ourselves eating at Nyonya, a restaurant in Notting Hill. Nyonya is a word used to describe Peranakan women, that…
Malaysia Part 16: A Macaque Attack and my New Best Friend
Monsieur and I didn’t take long to unwind at the Pelangi Beach Resort, but we can’t sit still for long so soon we found ourselves reading the large, wooden activities board near the Horizon Pool. On the board hung signs bearing the names of the various activities that were available that day, with start time…
The Shrine of All Faiths
Some time back, I wrote a post about shrines and created my own on-line shrine. In that post I mentioned my Former Flatmate (pre-cohabitation with Monsieur) and his in-house shrine. Last weekend, Monsieur and I trotted off to a party at my old abode and I took the opportunity of taking a couple of photos so I…
Berocca’s Bloggers Relief Packs – update
Recently, I wrote about Berocca and their Bloggers Relief Packs. Here’s the update: I was really excited about getting a Bloggers Relief Pack but frustrated by the stupid delivery company who only wanted to deliver to me at home during the hours I work at work. In order to receive my package of nicknacks for…
The No-F-Words Warrington
Stella Artois is sponsoring the London Bloggers’ Summer Social next week, so we can look forward to a glass or two of cool lager… They’ve also challenged us to describe our local watering hole in 150 words or less, stating the reasons that keep us going back, sooooo I wrote a poem. No one said…
Malaysia Part 15: Pelangi Perfection
Following a week of city crowds, adjusting to the time difference and constant movement, the Pelangi Beach Resort offered us some relaxation before returning to ever-chaotic London. It was perfect and soul-soothing to be there. Gone were the honking cars and traffic jams, there were no throngs of people to contend with and the surrounds…
Tory Island on Countryfile
Here in the UK there’s a great weekly news programme called Countryfile. Every Sunday morning it addresses news of different parts of the UK’s countryside, from agricultural matters to organic food, cooking to fertilisers, new crops and rambling. Last week, my mother told me about an episode where reporter, Adam Henson, travels to Tory Island,…
Falafels at the Farmers’ Market
This post is dedicated to Wise Woman of Wandsworth, who recently moved to career pastures new. Thursdays are Farmers’ Market days in Hammersmith, where my day job is situated, and that means falafels for lunch. Former colleague, Wise Woman, may have left sunny Ham-Wham behind, but she hasn’t forgotten Falafel Thursday. Yesterday she signed off an e-mail…
Borough Market, London
Every so often on a Saturday, I’ll trek across town (and the Thames) to shop at Borough Market, always returning with enough food to feed a small European state and cursing at the lack of space in the refrigerator. If you love food, it’s a great day out. If you don’t love food, it’s still…
Crazy Playmobil
My brother and I grew up with Playmobil – little people who came in theme sets, from the Wild West with forts, cowboys and Indians, hospitals with operating theatres and ambulances. Today, Playmobil is still going strong, but I don’t think the German manufacturers will be able to get their heads around this little number….
14 July
Today is Bastille Day, or so I thought, until Monsieur corrected me this morning. “In France it’s called ‘le quatorze juillet’ or if you have to use the word ‘Bastille’, it’s ‘le jour de la prise de la Bastille’. Otherwise, it’s ‘la Fête Nationale.’ I was confused. ‘So no one calls it ‘le jour de…
Epicurienne 