I died a death when I saw Brandi Carlile at The Islington Assembly Hall. She sang so beautifully, her country songs of love, loss and stories of people gone in the morrow broke my heart further. She touches a fractured nerve in me but somehow I love the pain of her words, sorrow, wisdom and tune. I wept shamelessly as I sat next to the only vacant seat in the house, as if I had found a Jesus in her and she knew everything I had ever felt. And that was when I was reborn again, a new skin, a new firmer, guarded heart.
Richard Vines, (as it does), who is my liberal, generous and charming dinner companion. We went to Ravinder Bhogal's supper club at South Place with the ever smiley, kind and loveable Francesco Mazzei, owner and head chef of L'Amina. He has the most beautiful hands and soothing yet infectious giggles. It was as if the dead winter was forgotten as they pumped the life back into me and things just kept shinning despite our weather.
|The Clove Club|
|Viajante bar with exquisites|
|aged beef at The Corner Room|
The Scolt Head over roasted seabass and duck breasts. I love the more civilised nights too with a smaller group of friends at Vinoteca drinking prosecco on tap while lining the belly with their great tapas selection and trying all the different wines and never wanting to go home.
The Bootleg Banquet for my friend Adele's birthday and all my friends from Central St Martins where there. We ate so well, the lamb racks were incredible! And the party poured onto Shoreditch High Street where 15 years previous, we were the masters of the bars and knights of the party houses before everyone flooded there. We stood, stopped and still where-shall-we-go? We had become parents, purchased houses, became successful, got jaded and flew in the breeze. Our eyes had seen more than it had ever done but we still laughed as loud and as wide as we used to, if not even more so. We still 'cussed' each other, bigged each other up, beated each other over and then laughed and laughed and laughed and danced outrageously in Jaguar Shoes.
To family, cheers Nima who flew back from LA. To family, we all say. To family, I say, as a sister, a motherly friend, as I feel the happiest that I could ever be in the company of brothers who have such big hearts, who love their wives, girlfriends and children; who pave their own successes and failures and yet among each other's company are still the young gifted wide eyed boys who met at aged 18.
|Gizzie Erskine at her book launch Skinny Weeks & Weekend Feasts|
|Tori Haschka at her book launch A Suitcase & A Spatula|
|Social Eating House - Octopus|
Duck & Waffle
|Foie Gras - Angelus|
|Nice rooms at The Dean St Town House Hotel|
|Scallops at The Ivy Club|
|Thanks to my friend, Rosie Birkett for taking me to some of the places! She beautiful!|