Blogs from Soho, Greater London, England, United Kingdom, Europe - page 2

So it's Good Friday, I'm slightly hungover, and I'm excited that it's my last day of work. I turn up on the doorstep at Skype, my place of work for the past six months, only to be greeted by a security guard telling me there is no power and I'm not allowed access. Apparently it's going to take a couple of hours to fix, and he suggests that I take a pew on the couches in front of reception. Bugger that, I thought. It is such a nice day, a rarity for London, and I'm about to leave the country for good. Without any further ado, I grabbed my stuff and set off to take advantage of the beautiful weather. London was eerily quiet. I work just up the road from Oxford Street and I'm used ... read more

I shop, therefore I am! Didn’t someone say that once? Maybe not, but man I had a great day. Jas being the amazing daddy that he is, gave me a leave pass to go shopping along Oxford Street today. And did I shop! I started the day around the corner from where I used to work at Marble Arch. I had a coffee for old time sake at Pret A Manger, where I used to go every morning. Then I spent hours in Primark, something I always wished I could do when I was rushing back to work after my lunch hour. It isn’t very “Vogue” but you get a lot for your dollar. Then I walked up Oxford Street and went to all my old favourite shops, New Look, H&M, Dorothy Perkins, TopShop! It was ... read more

After a few uneventful weeks after the Oktoberfest (which was well needed) a new house mate moved in. Our usually quiet and often dull home is now filled with Janette. A young student from York completing a internship in London for the next 10 weeks. Her voice and personality are loud, unashamed and brash, however she is also gentle and kind. With Janette there is also Edd, and the two are in a constant battle to out yell and out foul each other, together we form a hilarious trio. As the two are both gay, I am coming familiar with London’s gay bars. Dressing up, pre dinks and constant laughter fill the house each Saturday night. Janette, as a fem’e lesbian, takes longer to get ready that Edd and I combined. We jump on the tube ... read more

After 8 hours of movies, food, Singapore Slings, Tiger Beer and "wondering how those Singapore hostesses could possibly have such small waistlines", we arrived at beautiful, spacious Changi Airport. We appreciated the 6 hour sleep session at the airport Ambassador Hotel but Emily has now gone 24 hours without sleep. She is hype up. After 14 hours of movies, food, Singapore Slings, Tiger Beer and "wondering how those Singapore hostesses could possibly have such small waistlines", we arrived at the "cattle crush" of Heathrow airport. It looks like every nationality is represented.Emily has now gone 40 hours without sleep. Customs check only our passports - where was that airport security! ? ! ? Located Gigi, our West Indian transit driver and off to the Thistle Euston. John chats to Gigi. Good news - Emily finally sleeps. ... read more

A few weeks back the topic of speed dating came up in conversation with Erin's Mum about how hilarious it was for her, and of course we decided to actually do it. So last night we went to a posho wine and champagne bar called Amuse Bouche in Soho with our alias': Erin would be Betty the Butcher and I would be Fran the Fish Monger, just in case we weren't feelin' it... However, once we got there we got little name tags and numbers so Betty and Fran went right into the bin! Realizing the predicament we were in, we got our abnormally massive glasses of wine to help ease us into the ridiculouslness we were about to encounter and went downstairs to check out the setup....definitely not what we anticipated. I always pictured speed ... read more