Cocktails at the Gilbert Scott

I personally don't get the whole "getting hysterical when you turn 30" thing.  Maybe because I still look like I pass for 25 I can afford to sound glib but seriously! now that I'm 30, I have more money and I have better taste than when I was 16 (I don't mean to sound smug; it's from a low base of low taste at 16 years old).  What is there to wail about?  If we were turning 16, we would not have been going to The Gilbert Scott for drinks.

Bourne & Hollingsworth Fitzrovia Cocktail Bar Review

Oh my goodness, I can't believe I haven't posted anything up since November.  However, I want to make you feel reassured you that I have been drinking, it's just that it's unfortunately been on dates which means no big camera.  I've a lot to learn about boys but I'm pretty sure not speaking to them for the first 10 minutes as I orchestrate a mini photo shoot is not an ideal thing to do...although they would be a rather useful photographer's assistant.

Martini o'clock with House of Fraser

There's something a little sleazy about "Hey, wanna come round mine for a drink?" but if it's a cocktail, suddenly it seems OK.  Anyway it can't be sleazy because it's round mine and I'm classy (hahahahahahaha....I mean...hahahahahahaha).  Failing that, I have some fancy martini glasses to show off courtesy of  House of Fraser.

Cocktails at the Dark Circus Party Holborn

Some people have a local pub they like to frequent.  Clearly I like to frequent transformed ballrooms surrounded by circus freaks, half naked performers and potent cocktails as this would be the third entry I have written on this blog about The Dark Circus Party.  

Cocktails at Tredwell's London

I spend the first half of the year trying some sort of starvation diet to have a body that people won't recoil from seeing on the beach in the summer. Usually starts off with "absolutely no cakes", to "only cake on Friday" to "I'm going to have cake everyday but half the amount I normally would" to "f*ck it, it's been a long week and oops looks like I've eaten the whole thing".  After July it's then pretty much downhill, I embrace lumpy big jumpers I can hide under meaning I can eat anything I want.  Hurrah!  And ate I did at Tredwell's.