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…

Not-in-hell Carnival?

This, terribly wet, bank holiday weekend played host to Europe’s biggest street party… Notting Hill Carnival. This year would be my first visit. Before going, I was handed various different words of advice; don’t wear nice jewellery it might get ripped from your neck; don’t stay there after the sun goes down (do Vampires pop…