Sunday, 2 April 2017

Snowdrops: a true sign of spring

When the first snowdrops poke their head out of mother earth’s hearty soil, for me, Spring has arrived. These vibrant white beauties are like the bells that announce the coming of spring. They are the gatekeepers of spring , banishing winter for another year. They break through snow and frost to tell the world in the purest possible way, that winter is receding and warm weather is on the way. 
Brave little soldiers, heroic in their quest, they banish winter deamons and puff out their chest. The purest of pure white, shining like a beacon, announcing warmer times as the cold begins to weaken. Transforming worrysome frowns into hopeful smiles, while mother earth turns white for miles and miles. Leading the way from grey to green, more and more every day the bells of spring can be seen. Lightening the burden and opening the heart, they lay down the red carpet for the spring to start! Snowdrops

The Age of non-communication

Do we communicate more or less than we did 20 years ago?
You could argue that more information is shared these days than ever before. We are inundated by news channels, ‘social’ apps and digital newspapers. Social media delivers instant news updates and live blogs, whether fake news or accurate. Yet, are we really communicating more? 
If we sit at the dinner table plugged into our smart phones and tablets, sucking up the latest updates, are we communicating or in fact not communicating at all? The very concept of social media is of course not really very social. Many aspects of a social interaction cannot be deduced from digital interactions. A smile or a touch of your hand. Sarcasm or a heartfelt laugh can be mimicked with emoticons but they simply do not have the same emotional impact. Sharing an honest laugh over a cup of coffee is not the same as giggling by yourself while reading your friend’s emails or Facebook updates. One makes you feel warm, loved and connected to the living world around you, while the other gives you a short digital high that is not actually shared with the other person. 
I grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, living through the emergence of the technological revolution and have seen the personal computer as well as the mobile telephone develop from a gimmick for the rich and wealthy to an everyday, 24/7 information tool. My daughter uses an iPad on a daily basis. She’s 2 years old. Whether good or bad, we live in a digital age and this is the way of the world now. I just hope that this generation and future generations don’t forget how to communicate with each other without the use of technology. 

Friday, 17 February 2017

The House is still on Fire

The Chiltern Firehouse is still very much burning bright.

With a social scene so hot you have to be careful not to burn your tongue. The food is still spectacular  and the decor sparkles. One of the best dining experiences in London currently, without a doubt.

We had the tasting menu and although not a cheap option it does give you the best flavour of the House. Luckily one of our lot chose some excellent wine to accompany the meal, which i do think is crucial to dragging the most out of the experience. 

The bar area is also a fantastic place to warm up for the meal. Some light stretching of the tastebuds with a cracking menu of cocktails and fizzy beverages.

There is also a secret door at the back of the toilets that leads to I'm told. The chefs below are from there. So I'm told.

The restaurant also supplies hair models...

The only peculiar thing about the Chiltern Firehouse is that they chuck you out the back door at the end of the meal and don't allow you back into the bar area....

Other than that a superb Fireside meal!

Monday, 16 January 2017

Word of the Week: Thundersnow

It was a very difficult decision because Golden shower gate also threw up a significant challenge. Pissing prostitutes and former MI6 agents going dark, how good is that!?

I’ve been pleasantly surprised at the competence of London’s public transport this week considering they usually crawl into a corner and shit themselves at the mere whisperings of inclement weather, possible leaves on the line, or a failure of those pesky “signals”. 

The MET office issue weather warnings faster than you can say “Hey look, it’s snowing” claiming there is a distinct possibility that the UK will be wiped out by tsunamy like flash floods caused by 2 cm of snow falling in a small village in northern Scotland. Whole towns are being evacuated. It’s brilliant. The Canadians must look at this every time and giggle. 

Another place where there will be much myrth and giggling is Moscow. What they’ve managed to achieve is a bit like forcing your dopey friends (me) arm up in class when the teacher asks a question and he wasnt paying attention. Then watch him squirm and make a complete clown of himself and swear you had nothing to do with it. 

At the end of all the thundersnow storms and political golden showers we end the week on a lovely, touching note from the surprisingly endearing daughters of George W Bush. 

They wrote an open letter to Obama’s two girls to guide them into their new lives as they leave the White House...

"You stood by as your precious parents were reduced to headlines. Your parents, who put you first and who not only showed you but gave you the world. As always, they will be rooting for you as you begin your next chapter. And so will we."