Although I tend to stay away from strong political pieces when writing my blog, sometimes things need to be talked about. The controversial ‘rape clause’ is one of those things.
Last month, I found myself in a part of London I don’t usually frequent (Mayfair) at an event for a cause that couldn’t be more important: I was at a charity fundraiser for the organisation Helping Rhinos.
Sometime around November last year, I was scanning my inbox when an e-mail came through: my heart skipped a beat, I messaged my housemates instantly and grabbed my credit card. Edward Albee’s infamous Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf was coming to London with none other than Imelda Staunton as the lead.
I would like to introduce you to a group of incredible women who risk their lives on a daily basis to protect South Africa’s wildlife. This year, on International Women’s Day 2017, I would like to introduce you to The Black Mambas.
Last night was The 2017 Oscars. The glitzy, glam ‘anyone who’s anyone’ night of the year. Everyone knows what it’s about and everyone has their views on who should win and who should go home empty handed. This year, in my opinion, pinned an underlying darker side to the Oscars, namely with a certain person taking home the award for Best Actor.
Last Friday, strangely enough, I found myself wandering around the vaults of The Royal Arts Society at London Fashion Week. Yes, you read that correctly, jeans and t-shirt wearing me, backstage at one of the most prestigious fashion events in the world. And no, I haven't thrown it in and decided to become a fashion blogger (ha - can you imagine!), nope - I was there for work.
I started 2017 with a barrage of emotions hitting me from all sides. Between the 1st and the 4th of January I not only got hurt badly by someone but I also received the best news I've ever had, so fair to say I was a little all over the place. I realised though, that I seemed to be having more bad days than good.
On the 21st of January 2017, alongside over 100,000 other people in London and millions across the world in over 600 places, I marched.
It’s that time of the year again – the one time when people bombard me with question after question about how to stay alcohol-free and ask how I’ve managed to do it for years. Where are the best alcohol-free bars? What do you drink instead? Where in London can you buy non-alcoholic beers? Yep - it looks like everyone has decided to give #DryJanurary a go.