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The Phene has been an icon of Chelsea for years. Armed with a reputation for all things trendy and for quality of food, drinks and service, as well as being armed with bouncers on the door for dinner service (!),…
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It is a scary thing, being a Yorkshire lass in London. We face challenges and difficulties, alien currents to navigate, very different, very strange cultural quirks to negotiate. Simply put; people are odd. Meet someone in a bar or nightclub…
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There is something fabulous about being British. Something about the license to always cook a roast on Sundays. To always, always queue. To put a fruit salad into Pimms in the summer, to warm it in the microwave in winter,…
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I was out on the streets, it was dinner time and I had a hankering for something French. Perhaps it was the torrential rain pelting down on me, flattening my painstakingly straightened hair, perhaps it was the stream of abuse…
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