As the sun shines down on London Town, there’s no place nicer to have a drink than on a roof top. From the top floor of Peckham multi-storey to high above Selfridges, the capital is awash with places to enjoy a sundowner as the sun goes down. We love Bar Chick; a fun guide to where to go for the best stirrers, mixers, shakers and drinkers! They review not just the 5 star hotel bar, but the cool places too, some off the beaten track, and others in the thick of it. It’s not all about £50 truffle Martinis or the local Wetherspoons curry night, Bar Chick looks for places with character, a bit of a story, but ultimately the perfect day/night/week.
Another part of London on the up, is Nine Elms. Sugar lady Julia; of Radical Dining Society fame is hosting a 5 day pop-up wine-ing and dining experience inside the new glam Embassy Gardens. The event called Walk on the Wild Side, will showcase food, drinks, art and stylish living accommodation plus roof top dining, drinking and tunes! Chef Toby Cartwright is a rising star, so come down and taste for yourself. Contact Julia@raddiso.com for info and bookings. See you at the bar!
Ladies who Impress celebrates female role models and inspires women to be more confident, creative and make the most of their talents!
Their Leap of Faith event on June 17th will be well worth a visit, so for further info contact http://www.ladieswhoimpress.com
The founder; Jana Bakunina is a great supporter of Sugar Group and all we do, so we look forward to working with her in the future and getting even more great women under one big roof!
So, who planned that then? The World Cup starting on a Thursday and Dads all over the country celebrating their special day only 3 days later. It was planned that way for sure. Now nothing will get done for the next few days or month, DIY will cease, IKEA flat packs shall remain just that – flat – and eyes shall be glued to just one thing, the TV. That’s if they are staying home. They could of course be out for the next month, sitting in bars and pubs around the country until the early hours. They might even be heading to São Paulo or Manaus. So, if you are destined to become a bit of a footy widow for the next few weeks, find out where you can go to watch the games, where there’s some cool Brazilian tunes to keep you entertained and a mean Caipirinha being mixed up by a cute Luiz on the isle of Fernandos! Check out the great Joga Bola! at Rich Mix, Shoreditch http://www.richmix.org.uk for music, dance, food & all things carnival.
Father’s Day will soon be upon us and at this time of year, like many, I miss my Father terribly. I remember mine introducing me to the hilarious Kevin Turvey (Rik Mayall) all those moons ago. He told me he would be the next big funny thing. He was right. He did the same with Ali G. My Dad was right about many things, and now, when in doubt I often ask him what’s right or wrong or just start a conversation with him, hoping magic will happen, and he will appear in front of me with the right answer. I would do anything to hear his voice again. He was a brilliant man, strict but great fun, successful and generous, full of life with a wanderlust for exciting cities and faraway places, enjoying good wines, art house movies, Blue Grass and Italian tailoring along the way. One thing we disagreed upon (apart from my choice of boyfriends and lack of interest in squash, which he made me play) was his mistrust of alternative and complementary health. He thought it was gobbledygook and how could reflexology possibly do any good? “What if your feet hurt?” He often said “what then?!”. He then became ill. Very ill. For the first time in his 63 years he had a massage. He loved it. He then had another, followed by Reiki and acupuncture. He even tried reflexology to ease his sore feet! Nothing was going to cure him, but, it certainly made him smile.
As parents anxiously wait to hear what schools their children have been allocated, and the government is suggesting testing children as young as five, I feel a twinge of nostalgic fondness as I remember my primary school.
I went to a local primary school in North London in the late 1960’s! (apparently, the 60’s are now considered a history topic in secondary schools). My primary school was fantastic, of course there were the usual rights of passage, on my first day a boy put a slug down my top, and in the second year aged 7 I dropped the plaster of paris birthday cake, which was carried into assembly every Friday morning, and as a punishment I was given extra RE. A teacher broke his leg when he fell off the flat roof trying to retrieve a football, but all this was part of everyday school life.
We never had any homework, and even when we had to do our 11+ I don’t remember feeling any stress. We played Kisschase and Bulldog in the playground, were allowed to run and often fell over. Our teachers taught us in a strange haphazard way. Mr Harrison would play guitar and sing us Beatle songs, then reenact whole episodes of the Goon Show. Sports Day was held at the running track on the Heath and you either won or you didn’t. We put on great productions of gritty modern plays, and our scarf dance to Popcorn was a hit of the day.
But our favourite teacher by far was Mr Nicholson whose primary interests were India and cooking and preferably a combination of the two.. So we built an indian hut in the classroom, dragging wood back from the heath, we learnt to cook curries and amazing desserts using rose water. We all became vegetarians, we knew about the caste system, Indian gods and Hinduism. We would meet up at 7.30am to do an hour of Yoga before school started. It was an amazing time we were happy confident kids having fun, standing on our heads, meditating and generally enjoying life. We all had long hair, so teachers couldn’t tell the boys from the girls, we went to and from the school on London buses. As we headed off to secondary school I can remember thinking we hadn’t learnt as much as the other kids! They knew the order of kings and queens, the square root of 156 and the periodical table. But we were a fun bunch to hang out with, happy flexible kids who had learnt loads without even knowing it!