Now that I'm 30 and clearly old, I have taken to doing ever so slightly more mature things... I'm currently having afternoon tea (Earl Grey with a wedge of dry carrot cake) in the members lounge at the Tate Modern. To get here I wondered along the Southbank, perusing the books and antique maps in the market, admiring the wooden sculptures in a small market below the OXO Tower and gazing at the architecture - some of London's famous skyline.  Last night I had two very civilised glasses of red wine at the pub. The one at the other end of the street - the end without the revellous crowd pouring themselves out onto the street. And without giving too much (the location) away I can't wait for a snow-day, to head over there with my Scrabble board - they serve a lovely Syrah. I have my desired sofa in mind, it's situated directly across from the fireplace!  And to cap off my first whole weekend being 30 I spent Friday night (after I'd come home from gym) curled up w...

On a recent little trip up to Scotland, The Tourist and I stopped off in a Tesco's just outside Glasgow to pick up some odd bits and bobs. Our first request for Cos lettuce was met with some fairly blank stares - if we were after lettuce, it would be in the lettuce isle. What Cos was in particular, they could not be too sure. Our need for 120 bread-rolls that would all still be fresh in a few days time proved also to be a bit tricky. Various bread-roll domination tactics were subtly applied - a trolley as first defence while we hastily body-blocked the actual packets, selected the best and piled the trolley full - all while doing the odd sum! I would like to say that when we paid for the vast various items it was the quantity that surprised the teller. However this would be a lie - it was actually this woman: Fresh from a night out on the town Miss Daisy was just stocking up on a few supplies before Mavis and Sybil came over for round two... Miss Daisy was in no rush though,...

A few weeks ago Elton swooped in to the grounds of Hatfield House, splashed about on the keyboard for a good few hours, and then - very intelligently - flew off, into the night, in his crowd attracting helicopter. He's done that before... No way was he going to spend the next 1 1/2 hours waiting to get into the queue of traffic to leave the grounds. And waste precious beauty sleep snacking on sweets to try and stay awake as the tar of the M25 lead us mile after mile towards home! As you can probably tell, the traffic leaving (and coming into) the venue was less than ideal. But I refuse to let that detract from the concert itself, which was fantastic! I'd never seen Elton John before, nor the Lighthouse Family who player beforehand. And despite bursts of torrential rain, it was still fun, the atmosphere friendly and a wonderful excuse to whip out the leopard-print wellies! Lucky rocking a little leopard Ameba giving attitude Clouds and crowds Did someone say ...

It's easy to walk fast, with your head down, ipod blotting out the cacophony of the streets, making snap-second strategies for dodging tourists and focusing only on where you want to be. Sometimes it's worth taking that moment, pausing on the bridge and just admiring what is around you. I love crossing this river, it gets my toes tingling every time I do - the fast running water that has, and will carry history along with the tide (and maybe my phone if I'm not careful and wave it about) and the skyline that stretches for centuries. Lucky

When the alarm clock went off at 6:15 yesterday morning I was severely tempted to burrow my head under the pillow and ignore it. I'll admit to pressing snooze, after all it is a rather rude hour to be awoken on a Sunday morning. However, it was my choice to set it at that hour and as soon as I could process that thought I rolled over the duvet and towards the floor, hoping that my legs would react - face-planting not being my first choice for Sunday activities.  With an almost life-time supply of coffee and two very laden arms I bundled myself into the car. Set the sat-nav and turned up the radio.  An hour and some very dubious singing later I drove past many camping bikers to where the rest of the club were meeting for breakfast, and more coffee.  Eventually it was time to head to the firing point,  unpack the boot (including my new ear defenders - housemates beware :) ) and make the most of the lovely, sunny day. Just before the lunchtime cut-off I headed to the 900 yard fi...

Lucky, The Tourist & PLW The madness began in earnest a few months ago with the purchase of leopard-print wellies. And where one foot leads, the other shall follow: we leopard-printed everything. Well, almost. What wasn’t leopard-print was black so that we could better accessorize with leopard-print. It was going to be fabulous! By the end of the weekend even the car had succumbed to the leopard-print craze – although I’ve heard that a little water can change that? When your wellies come in a bag like this, you are right to have great expectations! From Thursday I started to get truly excited – mainly because I was super keen to wear ridiculous amounts of leopard-print – but also because I had no idea of what to expect. A lot of clock-watching happened that day. Followed by a trip down to Southampton and some more leopard-print ogling in ASDA.   On Friday morning we woke up early. Each of us knew that this would be the last shower we would have until Monday. The last warm w...