Sunday, the Day of… Whatever You Want. (FOOD!)

Sunday, the day of rest… or, the day in which you feel you are allowed to be tired, lazy, inactive and, quite probably, hungover. My body is very good to me; whilst my house-mates crawl out of their dark cocoons, puffy eyed and red faced, at midday, I wake up all ‘annoyingly chirpy and fresh…

Fleabag at the Soho Theatre; a Guilty Giggle!

Phoebe Waller-Bridge is brilliant in her self written, one woman, one hour play, Fleabag. I didn’t know what to expect, I went upon recommendation, with little information other than,┬áit’s great! And, what do you know, it was great, bloomin’ marvellous I’d stretch to say. Clearly aimed at twenty or thirty-somethings, who haven’t lived a sheltered…