Last Sunday, the famous Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Club opened its new £70 million, five-years-in-the-making retractable roof over No. 1 Court (and also closed it, due to rain), and threw a big do to celebrate, which was broadcast live on BBC1.
Since I have as yet been unlucky in the Wimbledon Championships ticket lottery every year we’ve lived here, and we won’t be here forever, I figured this might be the closest I ever get to attending the Championships. These tickets were easier to get, and I still got to eat strawberries and cream and drink Pimm’s while watching the pros play on the famous lawn court. And we had great seats, too! (Plus, some of the proceeds went to charity.)
Here’s a picture from a recent dinner out in London:
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 →
On Wednesday night, I went inside London’s most exclusive members-only club.
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 →
Right now I am watching the Red Nose Day telethon on BBC, which alternates between comedy sketches by British celebrities and heart-wrenching videos showing where the money raised for Comic Relief goes to help people in need, in the UK and abroad. And some live music performances thrown in there. Throughout, there are pleas to donate money for the cause. Continue reading →
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.