A self-confessed planner and borderline obsessive organiser (me) didn’t get her (or equally disorganised) friends together to POUNCE on those amazingly cheap flights with Ryanair to Munich back in May of this year. Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Now I can’t help but click on images and online archives of this year’s Oktoberfest celebrations – to mark its 200th year and feel sick with jealousy.

Anyway I did manage to get to the London Beer Festival this year at Olympia! Much better than expected – we had a riot!

Oh well, I’ll just have to curb my yoddelling until next year….


New Job!

Well this is a belated post – the champers was on ice a few months ago now…but never the less a big whoop whoop goes out to me!

I have left my previous job behind in exchange for a pen to paper – food content/writer position.

I had a fab leaving party back in July and I will miss them all!

Here’s me enjoying a celebratory glass of wine!


My mini herb garden

I live in a top floor converted flat with a communal garden. So having your own creative input can be a little tricky when sharing with others. But with the recent weather change I have felt quite inspired to grow my own herbs on our “balcony” (perhaps you get an idea about what it looks like from my blog image with my cat Bubbles)

I’m starting off small but it’s pretty exciting! I have done rocket in the past which grew fantastically well. It got a heck of a lot of sunlight as I first planted it from seed when I was camping in Port Douglous, Australia for three months. Sometimes shop bought rocket can be disapointing however the taste of mine was nice and peppery- as it should be.

At the moment I just have a modest herb garden comprising of rosemary and basil. Perhaps I’m a little cautious because I want to do it the exact right way with the perfect amount of shade or sunshine. That’s why I googled ‘Grow your own veg courses’ and found a couple of interesting and helpful articles by The Ecologist and even The Times. There I found that The Soil Association has names of centres that give half-day courses. I am intrigued. Watch this space 😉

Book I bought from Oxfam - helpful info and cute gift ideas

Food to seduce.

I’d like to introduce a new category on my blog; Food to Seduce.

It struck me that this would make an interesting topic earlier today. There are so many boring cookery shows on tv nowadays, all quite competitive, ponsy – taking  themselves far too seriously.

Let’s lighten up a bit. Nigella gets so much grief concerning her provocative and suggestive body language  but at least she bloody enjoys her food and God forbid she should suggest that food is in any way sexy; of course it is! Isn’t that what it’s all about? Food is sexy, fun and you don’t have to be a michelin stared chef to produce it!253145605_5e73a105bc_o

Food is a pleasure, an indulgence, not just a necessity. Food can be the key to introducing, building or reforming a relationship. I urge you to try it; have fun with food. Get messy with chocolate and fruitful with strawberrys.

Without digressing further, I would basically like to use this category to add recipes and suggestions for romantic evenings be it first dates, a night in for two. I promise it will remain as tasteful as possible!


Kirstin Dunst striking a seductive pose while indulging in a cherry cupcake as she plays Marie Antoinette

In its final week, The London Paper is sayng its farewells to its readership of London commuters. There will be one less paper shoved infront of your nose as you are approaching the underground and fewer newspapers litering the streets, and yet I feel quite sadened by it’s closure. The people behind the writing and even the little men who stand outside come rain or hail storm will be affected by this unfortunate turn of events. 

The London Paper has been in circulation over the last three years since 2006 when Rupert Murdoch of News International decided to launch the paper alongside The Metro an already successful free magazine available to commuters, a brave decision some might say. Competition was already strong when DMGT’s Associated Newspapers decided to bring out The London Lite, a paper that will now stand alongside The Metro battling to win over the  commuters without the aditional competition of  The London Paper.

As I started work in London on Monday I have been reading all three papers on my hour long journey to and from work and must say that I warmed to the writing and general style of The London Paper much more than that of The London Lite and even The Metro. It’s quirky writing, inivative column ideas (such as the public deciding which amateur journalist should write in the next publication) and it’s guide to alternative London won me over.

Perhaps I warmed to the people behind the writing as well. On Monday evening, while it’s contenders had similar if not identical stories  The London Paper contained a two page feature about the woman behind their entertaining comic strips, her struggle to get recognition and the young journalists  approaching redundancy this coming Friday. This was real life and is an example of how people are being affected in the recession and is a blow to any wannabe journalist like myself.  Saying this, the toughened commuters made up of business executives on their “important” calls that simply can’t wait until they get off the train will get over it I’m sure. But it’s dedicated followers? I’m not so sure.



My love affair with the little bananas begun in Mumbai back in January 2007 and has been ongoing since I returned from my travels in April 2009.

I took my first bite while visiting one of the many bustling street markets surrounding the city. Street hawkers would sell them in bunches for little to nothing or even shove one in your hand or mouth (much to my surprise!) for you to try before you buy. The sweetest little things in more ways that one; as short as your little finger, the smaller the sweeter. Once the skins have been unraveled you should be able to eat it in either one or two bites, a short but sweet experience you might say. For me they taste as though someone has infused each banana with honey, syrup or sugar. Sometimes I would catch myself thinking I shouldnt be eating this as though it were a naughty treat and not in fact one of my five a day!

I came across this wonderful fruit in India, Nepal, Thailand (slightly different and often barbequed) and Samoa. I haven’t searched the UK for them yet but was thinking of hitting Tooting market tomorrow – a largely Indian and Caribbean community to see if I could find them there.

Here are some photos of the beauts. This was taken outside our sea facing fales in Samoa. The owners allowed us guests to take as many as we wanted (I was very excited by this as you can imagine!)