Tag Archives: SouthHouse

Two pauses actually: First off, a brief night forgetting this stupid mess by going to celebrate London Restaurant Festival at Gauthier Soho, stuffing my face on this menu then staying with a friend. Sure, we stayed because technically we had … Continue reading →

I think one of the hardest things so far is that moment just before you properly wake up. I’ve had it twice now: Oooh, warm. Comfy. What shall I do today? Maybe I’ll wear my denim skirt and my blue … Continue reading →

…started off as happily boringly as any other evening. I’d been out to meet up with colleagues to celebrate a birthday and Stuart had stayed at home to shoot things (hey, he’s got enough kills now to earn a thermal … Continue reading →

Back in 2008, we’d been trying to sell NorthHouse for months. Living in a shared house was OK (and cheap) but we needed to start getting on with our Southern life. A friend recommended his area – it was cheap, … Continue reading →

This week has been extraordinary. I don’t think I’ve ever had a week like it before, and I hope to never have a week like it again. I think the closest I’ve had before was the Manchester IRA bomb, where … Continue reading →