Well hello stranger….

Three years THREE long lonely years, where have you been? You don’t write, you don’t call…tweet?? pah! I have not heard a thing, but it’s spring, it’s all new beginnings and lambs and chocolate bellies. So much has happened since we last typed and we have almost certainly evolved into those two individuals at the back of a newspaper supplement, one the absolute queen of the mothership (two angelic faces as proof) living in the country although soon to be living in another country and me, the green clothed imp who has not quite grown up. Blogging seems to have changed a bit since the “good old days” and hell surely that’s a good thing, people have a voice, not just the media (for whom I hold a very healthy dose of distrust) REAL people….blog facts….the term was truly coined in 1999 at a time when there were 23 blogs on the internet. By the middle of 2006, there were 50 million blogs and now I’m reliably informed there are over 150 million (although some are a little dusty and long forgotten). Some news stories have broken on social media (namely twitter) before they’ve hit the mainstream…Whitney’s demise for one….but some of us aren’t here to break records or spill unique beans, we just want to have something to do that isn’t work or cooking dinner. I always worried that I didn’t really have a point of view that was worth listening to until I realised that nothing and everything is worth listening to. Almost weekly I go to a restaurant I love or loathe, I try a new product or read about a new insta “must follow” account and frankly my boyfriend isn’t that interested…so here I am to reprise my role, to give it a go, to just blabber on a bit if that’s ok…to tell you LP is one of my favourite bubbles (post 30 I can’t handle prosecco, illness not stuck up ness) and is currently on offer and only 25 quids in Sainsburys, that the east side of Primose Hill

is the best (less crowded, shelter from the wind), that I want someone to read that gorgeous little book called “Pussy; a novel” and tell me whether it’s worth the eye time, that the electric cinema is a perfect date venue for a bit of Handmaiden fingersmithing skills

and often the oldies are the best, in the case the delicious Moro. I want to honour my city, my over active brain and all the glorious individuals I meet along the way. Please, join me.