Mike and I are currently in the process of buying a house in East London that was last decorated in the late 1970s. The bathroom fittings are pale peach, the floors are lined with the carpet equivalent of a terrible migraine, and the wallpaper is so bad, it’s almost good. Almost. The previous owner, an […]
I’ve never been to the Chelsea Flower Show – too much pollen, and I’ve always mistrusted people who do weeding for fun – but I do love all the hoopla that surrounds it. It’s one of those quintessentially English things that I think must really cement foreigners’ opinion of us: i.e. completely bonkers, but in […]
With only half an avocado and a questionable courgette in the fridge on Saturday’s scorcher, I found myself searching for food-spiration on Instagram. (I know, I know. I hate me too.) Scrolling through, I saw an incredible-looking lunch someone had tagged at The Good Life Eatery, so I abandoned my sad veg and headed out to […]
Hatton Garden is for diamonds, Brick Lane is for curries and now there’s a little patch of Soho that’s all about puddings.
I love a good supper club. They’re sociable, good value, and – as tickets must be bought in advance – a welcome antidote to the tiresome trend of no-reservations policies.
I think I owe the Spanish nation an apology. I’ve been ignoring their fine cuisine for years now, most unfairly, so here it is: sorry, amigos, I’ve been a dick.
Native is my absolute new favourite restaurant, and it’s just around the corner from my new office. I’m very smug about this.
Hello everyone. My name is Carla and I’m a Nutriwanker.
A personal hairdresser A personal chef These would be the two things I’ve always said I’d indulge in if I won the lottery. I wouldn’t change much else, but I’d live the rest of my life throwing elaborate dinner parties and tossing my fabulous hair. But while a blow dry in London will cost you […]
I’ve followed ReeRee Rockette, fashion blogger, entrepreneur, salon owner, real-thigh advocate and rockabilly devotee, for years now.