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Insects, Earthworks and the Best Use of A Spud Ever

Insects, Earthworks and the Best Use of A Spud Ever

Two weeks in London finished with a bang when we were taken to the pop-up Noma at Claridges. Noma is the Copenhagen eatery consistently named by Restaurant magazine as the best in the world. I had heard of it, but never imagined I would get to go there because 100,000 people try to every single month in Copenhagen but only 450 tables are actually served in that time. And for it to be at Claridges - one of my favourite places in the world – was simply the icing on the cake. The furthest I’ve s...
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Up And Over in Berlin

Up And Over in Berlin

Paris, I love you. Madrid, I'm IN love with you. Milan, you're my secret. But Berlin - you are the dangerous boy with the crazy good looks and weirdo hair who never knew I was alive but who I was mad about anyway. And you know how a girl will always feel about one of those. I've just arrived in London but my mind is still full of my five full-on days in Berlin. What a city. So many galleries and museums, so many brand new and startling old buildings, so much history - most of it pretty fres...
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BAD WRITER, NO BISCUIT

BAD WRITER, NO BISCUIT

Here I am on the Navigli canal in Milan at the weekend. Don't I look like I have just sprung athletically off that bicycle? I haven't. It just happened to be leaning there. Since I last sat my butt down and did myself some blogging I've been to Madrid, London and Milan with lone stints in Paris in between. This weekend I'm in town to see Madonna and then it's off to Berlin next week before heading home on the - eeeerrrccccchhhhsssskkkkkkkrrrrrttttttt (or whatever a needle being yanked off a rec...
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I'm Not Even Going To Apologize

I'm Not Even Going To Apologize

Eating baguettes in Paris and sailing in a gulet on the Turkish coast are both more fun than blogging. That's all I will say. However, the gulet has sailed on without me and the Ginger husband has too. Work has called him back to New Zealand leaving me alone in Paris with nothing but a mountain of work and a lot of cheese. He says he has to go home because I have been spending money like a drunken sailor and I say wearing a lot of stripey tops does not make me nautical. So now the fun dial ha...
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Why We Love The Brits

The Ginger and I were just browsing in Fortnum and Mason in London which is particularly exquisite at the moment because of all the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee paraphernalia on sale. Hamper including Jubilee teapot and four tea cups anyone? I had just found a tea cosy that I thought particularly fetching but the Ginger had got away on me and as I was looking around for him, a beautifully spoken Fortnum and Mason male shop assistant asked if I needed any help. “Only if you know what my husband l...
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5 Things I have Learned About Paris

5 Things I have Learned About Paris

In the meantime...here are the 5 things: Loose knicker elastic and riding bikes on cobbled stones is a bad combination. A person of a certain persuasion can run a lot further and faster if travelling behind a squadron of French firemen out jogging in their very short shorts. The size of most Parisian dogs is not commensurate with the size of most Parisian dog poop. Smoking is still grown up and clever. There is no such thing as a bad baguette.
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