I’m lucky in that I have lots of creative friends. I’m lucky in that I live in London and get to see them perform in creative spaces. But most importantly, I am lucky in that I have friends with very real talent who are a pleasure to watch.
Last night served as the perfect reminder of this.
Catherine, my oldest and dearest friend, was in a play called The Forbidden at The Canvas Cafe just off Brick Lane. The venue was a dreamboat made from delicious wines, intimate spaces and beautiful people. The piece itself topped all that.
Fiercely dark yet vastly comical, it left me worried that I was feeling nostalgic. Was I that evil as a teenager? Might I have been so easily swayed? Manipulative? Manipulated? With references to gossip in Science class at school, Abs from Five and a very real focus on every teenager’s obsession with sex and virginity, this piece absolutely left me wanting more. I don’t want to say too much because I think it’s best to enjoy it without any knowledge of the plot – me being the disorganised one of the group hadn’t a clue what it was going to be about and I think I was better off for it – so I won’t ruin it, but I will say go and see it.
If you’re of a certain age, you’ll understand the dread that your teenage years will come back to haunt you one day in the form of a forgotten about disposable camera, dug up from your bedroom drawer. You know that it will expose your poor judgment in spotty, fourteen year old boys and a badly cut fringe.
In The Forbidden however, a disposable camera brings back memories of something a little more sinister than blue mascara and a penchant for Tamagotchis.
Haunting. And the perfect date for Halloween week. Book tickets for Monday here.
Of course we would book something fun to do smack bang in the middle of London, at 6am, on the day of the godforsaken tube strike. But despite the long delays and overpacked bus stops, the journey was absolutely worth it for a whole hour of stretching beneath the clouds.
Now, I do appreciate that you might be questioning the logic behind waking up at 5am to do a bit of yoga when you can just pop down to your local gym or even watch a video on YouTube, but I promise you that it really is worth it. Challenging enough, but not too difficult, I really enjoyed the practise. The instructor threw in some poses I’d never tried and I appreciated her guidance too. And, believe it or not, there is no more peaceful place to practise yoga than above the rooftops of London, whatever Mary Poppins might’ve told you.
I obviously didn’t take any snaps whilst I was busy downward-dogging and forward-folding, but here are some shots of the beautiful – and often berated – Sky Garden in all its glory.
I would say it’s definitely worth a visit. And no, I’m not being paid to say that.
Set your teeth on edge. Heart of gold. Fair play. Foul play. And love is blind. There are so many Shakespeare-isms that we use on a daily basis that we aren’t even aware stem from the immortal dictionary of the big man himself. You might know him as Bill, The Bard, or just William Shakespeare. Either way, I guarantee you will have used his fumbly bumbly, outdated words to express yourself in times of love, anger or loss, regardless of your feelings towards men in tights. And the fact that it’s 2015.
Having both studied and taught English Literature, I thought I knew each of his works like the back of my hand. But when I was invited to The Globe for an evening spent in the yard watching King John, I realised that this was one of the few that I’d left unturned. As it turns out, it’s pretty great. No surprises there then.
For only £5 a yard ticket, I’d really recommend heading down here on a Summer’s evening. I stress Summer at this point as the theatre is open-air, meaning that if it rains, you get wet. Really wet. Luckily for me, I went during our recent heatwave and the evening breeze – along with a glass of wine (and a very large Pimms) – made for a perfect night.
As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but wonder why I’d heard so little about a play that’s both so tragic and hilarious. It must be void of one of his cracking one liners, I thought. And that’s when it happened:
‘Fight fire with fire’ he said.
My ears pricked up. Of course, yet another one to add to the list.
Check out the full schedule here. This Summer Season is their best yet.
The Design Museum. Never been before, never actually heard of it.
Boyfriend suggested it. I googled it.
Women + Fashion + Power ? I got dressed immediately.
Well worth a browse, the exhibition spans over one hundred years and celebrates the empowerment of women through the ages- from Victorian corsets and dropped waists to the shoulder pads of the glamorous 80s. The exhibition features designs worn by Lady GaGa and pieces by Vivienne Westwood. I was mesmerised; genuinely one of the top 5 exhibitions I’ve ever been to.
Don’t miss out. It’s only on until the 26th of this month.
This is only a sneak peak. I didn’t want to ruin it.
But go. Just go.