Category Archives: Samsk In Her City
Lament for the key of L
A week after the oven decided it was shuffling off this mortal coil or – to be more accurate – its heating element, an unfortunate late night proof-reading cocoa-meets-keyboard incident has left me angsting over the possibility of yet another … Continue reading
Life is just…
… a bowl of cherries? Something strange has been happening on the streets of South London. Something I very much doubt George Gershwin had in mind when he penned his ode to lightening up and slowing down. And yet, it … Continue reading
Blag City Bloggin’
I popped into PC world earlier to purchase a Kylie-style headset suitable for Skyping… figured I’d be able to pick one up for around £9.99, max. £14.99. Turns out the cheapest was £19.55. So after much humming and haring, I … Continue reading
New Year’s resolution? Vive la différence!
While some virtuous souls are pounding the post-Christmas cross-trainer with the kind of zeal previously accorded to lifting the lid on the Cadbury’s Roses, in a chi-chi corner of NW3 I’m being plied with gourmet salt butter caramel sauce and … Continue reading
The dead wood stage
The other day I came across an old email in which I’m regaling a male friend with the trials and tribulations of my Sunday. I was making the point that whilst his routinely revolved – and probably still do – … Continue reading
Hot and bothered
I’m staggered that in the aftermath of the heroic, death-defying rescue of the 33 Chilean miners (go, Chile, go!), it appears to be beyond the wit of Transport for London to regulate the temperature in their new (note: new) rolling … Continue reading
The grass isn’t always greener
“Delightful!” I mutter drily, perusing the local rag. Just as house prices have plummeted, burglaries have risen exponentially thanks in part – the article alleges – to a greater emphasis by police on vice. Momentarily a nostalgic vision of Soho … Continue reading