One Night in Camden

Camden is somewhere I usually avoid.  But I do have fond Camden memories from my teenage years, hanging around the market and the rancid pubs feeling oh so cool in ripped jeans and DMs.  However last night – partly for old times’ sake and partly because we had tickets to see Fuerzabruta at the Roundhouse – He and I with our neighbour-friends gave Camden another chance.

empty and soulless - Camden Eye Pizza Restaurant

empty and soulless – Camden Eye Pizza Restaurant

I remembered an email I was sent by a PR last November about the launch of Camden Eye’s pizza restaurant.  We walked through the buzz of the packed pub up to the pizza restaurant on the first floor.  The silence and emptiness were overwhelming.  And the waiter, if possible, was even more vacant.  We requested he put some music on and set about trying to make the best of it.

I should add that, as a crew of 4, we know our pizzas.  We happen to have an AMAZING pizzeria on our doorstep* and, when the cupboards are bare, it’s not unheard of to find both families feasting there – especially as they’re so reasonable.

But the beer was fine.

But the beer was fine.

Camden Eye Pizza’s were less reasonable and less delicious.  Not quite hot enough (in temperature) and lacking in detail (no chilies on The Spaniard), we gave them a mere 6/10.  But the beer was fine.

Next stop was Shaka Zulu.  Charmed by our mixologist, Tony, and the vast South African-themed

the entrance to Shaka Zulu, Stables Market, Camden

the entrance to Shaka Zulu, Stables Market, Camden

restaurant, we ordered a cocktail each.  Two of us choose the ‘healthy yet alcoholic’ Bao-Bab cocktail.  With a promise of high levels of vitamins and minerals, Baobab (taken from Africa’s Baobab Tree) also has one of the highest antioxidant capacities of any fruit in the world.  Tony mixed this potent supplement with Cognac, Port, Red Bush Tea, Cardamom Syrup and garnished the glass with a cinnamon stick.  So much effort and yet it disappointingly just tasted like a fruit herbal tea.

the Bao-Bau cocktail at Shaka Zulu

the Bao-Bab cocktail at Shaka Zulu

The other two had a Shark Alley.  Which prompts me, I have a cocktail-axe-to-grind.  Please, please, please listen up all cocktails bars up and down the country.  It is NOT ok to charge £11 for any cocktail which looks like this one after 4 sips.  Not ok.

Not ok.

Not ok.

Finally, last stop, the Roundhouse for the dazzling acrobatics, wild music and bonkers hurling of bodies, Fuerzabruta.  Jammed into the centre of the standing crowd, all 5ft 2in of me was a little uncomfortable.  And, more than that, I was aware that a man was on a treadmill, but I just couldn’t see him.

the wild energy of Fuerzabruta

the wild energy of Fuerzabruta

Edging back though to the outskirts of the circular crowd, I enjoyed this memorable, yet alternative, visual and musical experience with a little more space and less craning of the neck!

Camden's hoodies

Camden’s hoodies

Stumbling home on the 31 bus, we agreed that we should continue to give Camden a miss… I’m happy to leave the dodgy hoodies and the au pairs (who ALL loves a little Camden action) to their playground.

Fuerzabruta is on at the Roundhouse until 26th Jan.  Book here.

*Nona Pizzeria 9 Fairhazel Gardens NW6

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What’s with the ONESIE Fever?

Now I’m a fashion follower. To a certain extent, at least.  And I do love to fully embrace any new trend and contemplate how it might look.  But then, once in a while, I do utterly bail.  And this new-ish onesie fever, which has now gripped both sides of the pond, is bail-material.

Harry Styles gives his onesie a big thumbs up

Harry Styles gives his onesie a big thumbs up

For those who have been living in hiding, a onesie (american word) is basically a grown-up babygro.  Often fleecy, with a big zip up the middle as well as a seamless hood, celebrities and civilians alike are sitting on sofas up and down the country feeling smug and snug.  Personally, I’d rather put the heating on.  (And, from what I hear, you certainly wouldn’t need both).

a green version from One Piece

a green version from One Piece

Brad Pitt, Cheryl Cole, One Direction’s Harry Styles and Kate Moss have all been spotted in versions of the garment, causing varying degrees of cringe.

Wondering where these playful romper suits have originated, I appealed to my twitter following for some guidance.  It turns out that OnePiece, the label which kick-started this new trend, is the brainchild of three Norwegians named Nostud, Gresvig and Adams.  AND (get this) these youngsters were looking to make an anti-fashion statement by stitching tracksuit bottoms to a hoodie and then losing the waistband.  Now who’s laughing?

Well, Mini is.  She really wants one.  And I might just concede for the under 10s but would prefer the over-sized Teletubby, animal-themed loafer or plain old stripey balls of fluffs to remain sofa bound.

@NickR1000 the onesie dog walker exception

@NickR1000 the onesie dog walker exception

Exceptions of my rule go to those who dog walk late at night, those without central heating and Kate Moss who really doesn’t count as she would look fabulous in a black bin bag.

If you just can’t help yourself, check out the best selection of onesies at OnePiece.

 

 

 

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At home with Virginia Ironside

Virginia showing Small her wall of kick-knacks

Virginia showing Small her wall of knick-knacks

Virginia Ironside, once the Daily Mail’s rock columnist, is what I would describe as old-school-west-london-cool.  But, I can hear her chime ‘less of the old’ particularly as her most recent book No! I Don’t Need Reading Glasses!yet again reinstates that old doesn’t need to mean boring, blind and a bore. The book is actually really funny (she premiered her stand up routine, Growing Old Disgracefully, this year at the Edinburgh festival) and there’s no doubt that her agony aunt fame gives her all the material she requires.

Virginia demonstrates her collectable gimmicks

Virginia demonstrates her collectable gimmicks

What else do you need to know to tempt you into buying this book?  Well, she’s a proud singleton, the right side of 70 and is having more fun than most of the UK’s 20-somethings currently worrying about dip-dye hair and their rent.  In that order.

With her new book on sale from 12th January, Virginia invited me to her home in Shepherd’s Bush (with Small in tow as term hadn’t begun) for a quick interrogation.  He is pretty keen on the idea of stand comedy (despite only being 6 six years old – gawd help us) and so I thought they might hit off.  And they really did.

What makes you leap out of bed?  Guilt at seeing it’s past eight

How old do you feel? I’m 68 and feel about 60

What makes you feel young? I don’t feel young. I feel enthusiastically and excitedly old.

What makes you feel old? What makes me feel even older is arthritis, and finding it takes longer to get out of a car than it used to.

turning the words and wit into books

turning the words and wit into books

What distracts/irritates you? Radio Two blaring from a van outside that appears to have no driver in it.

Who is YOUR agony aunt? I have a vast range, with different friends for different problems.

Which is your favourite local restaurant? The Princess Victoria pub on the Uxbridge Road. It is also, to be honest, the ONLY decent local restaurant.

Where would we find you relaxing? I’m hopeless at relaxing. I like to keep on the go constantly.

Who makes you laugh? PG Wodehouse and, I’m afraid, some of my own jokes.

What are your New Year resolutions? To slow down. Fat chance.

If not West London, where?  Is there anywhere else? Surely you’re not thinking of somewhere North of the Park or South of the river, are you my dear?

Tell us a secret. Come to Shepherd’s Bush and from the local Syrian supermarkets buy your fill of pomegranate molasses, big bunches of coriander for 50p, boxes of mangoes, pickled lemons, rose water, frozen artichoke hearts and a thousand other delicacies that you normally only find at posh shops for twice the price in Holland Park.

No! I Don’t Need Reading Glasses is on sale here.

 

 

 

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the last day to dither

It’s been a week of dithering.  Having clearly over-relaxed for a couple of weeks, I now can’t motivate myself to do ANYTHING.  And that’s all very well but, by tomorrow morning, the year will truly be in full swing and dithering no longer allowed.

So, here are my new instructions to self.  I thought they just might appeal to any other foggy heads out there.  (If you’re rolling your eyes at this point and glancing down at a ticked off list, this post simply is NOT for you.)

Martin's van from London Elite Car Valeting

Martin’s van from London Elite Car Valeting

1. Draft and send that email you’ve been putting off NOW.

2. Clean the hideously dirty car.  Well, don’t actually clean it but call fabulous Martin (+44 7907 156004 at London Elite Car Valeting) who’ll nip round and make your neighbours envious.

3. Write out this week’s to-do list by hand. Google may have invented every list-making tool on the planet, but writing it down is MUCH more therapeutic.

4. Embrace the New Year.  It’s probably a good time to juice and soup yourself up.  Take the opportunity to dig out a new recipe or two.

Jeremy Piven will play Mr Selfridge tonight

Jeremy Piven will play Mr Selfridge tonight

5.  Scan the TV guide for a new TV drama.  We’re all mourning a lack of Homeland.  (But I think Mr Selfridge which begins tonight at 9pm/ ITV1 might just be what we are looking for.)

6. Give up any diet which is making you either hungry or sad.  Life is too short.

7. Slow down. By definition, I’m a pillar-to-post person.  I always try to remember my Grandma ‘put her feet up’ for 30 minutes after lunch each day.

plan a dream holiday

plan a dream holiday

8. Phone a friend.  Have a giggle.

9. Whatever it is bothering you, do some exercise and then see how you feel about it.

10. Plan a dream holiday.

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IMG_1692COMPETITION:  Martin from London Elite Car Valeting is very generously giving 5 (motivated) readers (who live in the London area) a free car wash worth £15.  All you have to do is ‘share’ this blog post on my Facebook page.  I will pick the winners randomly on Sunday 20th January, announce them on Facebook and then Martin will be in touch.

 

 

 

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