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.
Well, it’s March, so I better finish my posts about Christmas before Easter.
I just spent an hour and a half on this post, only to hit publish and somehow it disappeared without saving any of it, so I’m feeling P R E T T Y frustrated with WordPress right now.
So this will be an abbreviated version of what I originally wrote, because I’m so mad I spent so much time on this already. Continue reading
{Beth’s Note: We interrupt my very sporadic coverage of Christmas in London 2018 to bring you this guest post by M that takes us back to last summer.}
The Summer of 2018 will be one of those things that, 42 years from now, kids will roll their eyes about when their English grandparents regale them with the same stories they’ve heard a dozen times before, just like I rolled my eyes when all the English reminded me about how great it was in 1976.
But those future grandparents will tell these stories for good reason. It was sunny. And hot. For weeks at a time. And England made the semifinals of the World Cup! They even won a knock-out round match on penalty kicks. This summer was so great, my grandkids will probably roll their eyes when I tell them about it, and I grew up in that magical land (America) where summer is sunny and hot every year, just like summer should be. Continue reading
