In the Dark

Here’s a picture from a recent dinner out in London:

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Illuminating, no?

All right, it’s actually just a screenshot of a black rectangle, but that’s what our dinner looked like. We went to Dans le Noir, in Clerkenwell (yet another part of London I had never been to before), where the concept is this: You dine in total darkness, and are served by blind waiters. Continue reading

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A Very Exclusive Invitation

On Wednesday night, I went inside London’s most exclusive members-only club.

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I hadn’t heard of Annabel’s before, but apparently I’m in the minority. It’s a London institution, for decades a playground for the rich and famous. Oh, and supposedly it’s the only nightclub the queen has ever been to. NBD. Continue reading

2 Concerts in 3 Nights

Yes, last month M and I really went to two concerts in three nights—rock concerts, even, not classical music at Royal Albert Hall or something!—because a band he wanted to see and a band I wanted to see happened to be playing in London two nights apart. It’s like we’re teenagers again! Except that we don’t have the luxury of sleeping in the next morning. And also it turns out we’ve gone a bit snobby when it comes to the drink selection at a concert venue.

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Ice Skating and Father Christmas

The first weekend in December was a busy one here in London! On Saturday morning, I took E ice skating at Somerset House. She enjoyed it so much last year in Vienna, I wanted to take her again this Christmas season.

As I previously mentioned, with Christmas activities in London, you need to book well ahead, or else things sell out. But that means you run the risk of it pouring down rain the morning of your ice skating time slot, as it was this Saturday.

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Cracking on With Christmas

(I was going to title this “Kicking off Christmas,” but I realised that is a very American thing to say, as here “kicking off” means starting to throw a fit. So I revised to something that sounds a lot more British.)

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This is our third Christmas season in London. Yes, Christmas, not holiday season; the holiday season here means summer vacation; and even though in general I find this a very tolerant melting pot of a city, Brits don’t seem to be concerned about religious political correctness surrounding Christmas the way Americans are, hence every public school child performs in a nativity play, and no one seems bothered by it. Continue reading