Monthly Archives: September 2014

Southbank Food Festival

Visiting the culinary wizards of The Real Food Festival has become a tradition of ours in the last couple of years. An amazing range of street food tents pop up every Friday behind Southbank Centre where you can find anything and everything. The best part is the free testers of course, every student foodie’s dream! Taste a home-made organic honey, a Spanish sausage made of ox meat, a chunk of exotic cheese, a bite of fresh olives, a dash of polish mustard with slow roasted pulled pork…seriously intense experience and it can almost fill you up by itself. That is almost, because they don’t offer tasters of churros which is a must have on any street food event if you ask me.

Here are some pictures to get your taste buds excited…

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This place is so worth checking out. They are open every weekend Friday to Sunday behind Southbank Centre, only a few minutes away from many cultural events so you can combine the pleasures! Have fun, -t




The One Where We Went To Mallorca a.k.a. The Really Long Post

Most of this post was written under palm trees listening to Vivaldi, by the pool drinking cider and in airport lounges looking at holiday photos on my camera with my hands still smelling like sunscreen and melon.

We have arrived! Oh I wish there was someone taking our picture when we walked into the house, expressions must have been hilarious! Oohs and aahs in every direction as we went on a midnight discovery walk around our lovely holiday home. If you’ve ever seen any of those Spanish soap-operas from the 90s and thought I wanna live in a house like that! well that’s what it felt like. I still can’t believe it.
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And than the fun began! Most of it being in the pool, where believe it or not, a plastic ball is quite enough to entertain up to 4 full grown men 😀

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But where the ball fails, there is always…

…climbing on each other’s back


…trying to catch a ball while balancing two men on your shoulders…


…and the fact that you fall every time really doesn’t matter because even when you do hold up for two seconds you always wish you were down again, crying with laughter



A new game was invented. Although we are probably not the first people to throw a ball around in the pool…

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…but we must be the first ones to buy rope and set up a court, measure it out, argue over rules and loose our voices in shouting if someone doesn’t keep them.


The afternoons are spent with ham and cheese sandwiches and berry cider..

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And the evenings with playing Sevens, Rummy or Heads Up!

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The first walk to Port Adriano was magical. Just when I thought the heat cannot turn up any higher, my thighs were sticky and my feet cut by cheap, plastic flip flops, we took a sharp right turn and saw this view

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oh happy days… and we are enjoying the sunshine so much. because having a tan rocks and makes you feel like a star. I catch myself shaking my booty at every noise that sounds remotely like music. 4 beers put down on the glass table? Shake it! Babies roaring in the corridor, following you around? Shake it! Sounds of Jay-Z flatly coming out of the headphone left on the desk? Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby!! We are rocking this holiday out!

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Game of the day: guessing the price of the daily rental for the boats at the port. May I say, you never EVER get it right!

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And now I am off to edit some more pictures. Sunshine and coffee awaiting!







The One With 10 Signs Of Your Obsession With Television Series

not including when you start every blog post alluding to Friends

It started so innocently.

I moved in I discovered that my man was not only organized and clean (catch-catch!!!) but owned the full box set of Friends. They would occasionally be played in the background so I wouldn’t have to listen to the convoy of police cars and swearing tourists on their way to Portobello Market. Just one episode a day, maybe two…or five.

They are, of course designed to be addictive, with high end research tools being used to calculate every element in a series, to the point where writers of hit shows are taking advice from psychology studies in structuring episodes and series endings.

But when did this all begin? Remember the days when serial television was only beginning to be popular and the audience watched an average 1 episodes in 4 and still could keep up with the storyline? Without OnDemand and recording facilities on the television there was not much we could do, because, well… not everyone could make it to the couch for Wednesday nights at 8pm. And life went on.

Can you imagine not watching every episode of Breaking Bad? True Detective? House of cards? Game of Thrones? Even 24? I have to admit I feel lost after 5 minutes looking for my hairband behind the couch.
Queue: annoying questions to my other half met with raised eyebrows and if-you-want-to-watch-it-than-watch-it-properly looks.

After having seen all Friends seasons more than seven times now I am unashamed of being able to finish almost every sentence. But I didn’t stop there. Sex and the City, Dr. House, Desperate Housewives and New Girl all came and stayed. I don’t know what it is about them. They comfort you and welcome you into their world every time. There is no change, there are no surprises and even when things look bad, you know it will work out. I just love that feeling. That you know that after a fight with your mum, a bad day at work, a messed up casserole or a given-up 5k run there is still a world where all is going to work out. And I know it, cause I’ve seen it a hundred times.
It’s like picking up the Harry Potter books when you’re sick. Because going to Hogwarts would make everything better. Yes it would.

But here is what I learned as a television nut. There is a stage where you do need to stop. Because there are other beautiful and exciting things to be experienced, lunches with friends to arrange, a coffee to be made, a romantic walk to take, an essay to write… not that I am suggesting that writing an essay is beautiful, but it’s necessary and can be fun. (my recipe: a hot cup of coffee with whipped cream, a packet of chocolate digestives and ENYA.)

And even though I sound like a possessed lunatic when I talk about my favourite tv series that is why I can tell you some definite signs you need to lay off your remote:

  1. You know the theme song by heart, have it on every playlist in your phone and listen to it repeatedly.
  2. You have bought an item of clothing just because it reminded you of something your favourite characters wore.
  3. You have cancelled a night out or a date to stay home and watch it.
  4. You regularly make references in random conversations with lines from the show.
  5. You wish you could date some of the characters. In fact you are dating them-in your head.
  6. Whenever you are sick, bored or sad you are watching them.
  7. You get seriously angry if people talk while you are trying to watch them.
  8. You have T-Shirt with the show’s logo and main characters. And you wear them. A lot.
  9. You have posters/postcards/magazines related to your show or its actors collected in a box.
  10. You will pay the highest price to get your hands on the new series DVD when it comes out. Best pre-order of course.

So go shut down your computer, turn off that tv and go outside.

I will do the same, and have a dip in the pool, because who blogs on a holiday with a view like this??