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The fantastic things that keep me sane
The demanding nature of the hospitality business has consumed my days and nights, a relentless whirlwind that requires unwavering attention. It feels like a constant tightrope walk, with scarcely a moment of calm. Each day brings its own unique set of challenges, from the unpredictable drama of staff crises and unexpected equipment breakdowns to the…
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Waterloo Wander: A South Bank Stroll Through London’s Hidden Gems
I decided to seize the day and, more importantly, the glorious weather that was once again gracing us Londoners. So, I embarked on an early morning walk. You see, I figured the early bird gets the worm, or in this case, avoids the ‘after teatime’ terrors that some pearl-clutching fearmongers love to whisper and like…
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Brixton: The Motorway That Almost Was (Thankfully!)
Every time I find myself wandering through Brixton town centre, I can’t help but play a little game of “what if?” It’s genuinely hard to imagine a completely different Brixton, one where the monstrous South Cross Route, a forgotten piece of the London Ringway, actually got built. Seriously, picture it – it’s like something out…
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“A good friend who was a cunt of a friend”
The news hit me like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that left me winded and disoriented. Stéphane. Gone. The word echoed in the hollow chambers of my mind, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense. And yet, amidst the initial shock and the burgeoning tide of sorrow, there was another, more complicated…
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Bordeaux Bound: Kicking Fifi to the Curb!
I gave my inner hedonist, “Fifi the Frivolous” a swift kick in the butt and finally made my way to the last leg of my holidays: Bordeaux! Ah, the city of wine, elegant architecture, and a cultural scene that could rival a perfectly aged vintage. Have you ever had the pleasure? My base of operations…
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Culinary & Cycling: From French Frivolity to Spanish Sunshine
Oh, the perennial holiday dilemma! You set off with grand ambitions of being a productive, travel-blogging machine, but then your inner hedonist (mine’s named “Fifi the Frivolous”) takes over, and suddenly, the only thing you’re documenting is the precise indentation your head makes on a pillow. After a monumental battle of wills (and a good…








