What baffles me about London is why anyone would want breast milk in an ice cream.
London’s best-kept secret is The Rivoli Ballroom in Lewisham. It’s fabulous if you fancy a dapper evening, darling! It’s one of the only remaining ballrooms in London, and was opened in 1959. Their Jive parties are great fun.
When I want to chill out I go for a walk along the South Bank from Waterloo to Butlers Wharf followed by a coffee and a browse at the boats in St Katherine’s Dock.
The most interesting person I’ve met is a lady called Billy, who sells The Big Issue. She was on her 99th conviction before she managed to turn her life around with help from the Prince’s Trust. She now is supporting herself and is probably the happiest and most inspirational person I know.
My favourite place for a drink is The Globe in Covent Garden – it’s my after-work local. Nobody seems to know there is an upstairs! It’s fab, there’s always a large selection of beers, friendly staff and their lamb shank rocks!
For when you’re hungover in London you can’t beat a fry up, a walk, a cheeky beer and a cheesy DVD on my sofa in my PJs and my duvet (in that order).
What gets me up in the morning? A coffee, my alarm clock, backache and sometimes my cat, Poppy, sitting on my head.
My perfect weekend would include a Sunday walk to Blackheath farmers’ market to buy supplies for a roast, have a beer (or eight) in one of the many lovely pubs in the village, then go home put the roast on and watch a Sunday movie. Then, obviously, eat until I can eat no more!
The last naughty thing I did was wake up one of my friends who had passed out after drinking a little too much, asked them if they needed water and then passed them the bottle of tequila we’d been drinking, they didn’t realise until two huge gulps. Tee hee!
Five words to sum up London: Vibrant, iconic, special, challenging, inspiring.
