Race for Life – 5k

Race for Life – 5k

Ever since I’ve lived in the UK, around Spring, signs go up for various 5k and 10k races, all raising money for charity, and I’ve harboured a secret wish to be able to complete one without passing out at the end. So, as one of my mini-fitness goals I booked myself and a willing victim friend in for a 5k, with the intention of running at least half of it, and training properly for it.… View Post

Teppenyaki at Sen Nin

Teppenyaki at Sen Nin

We love sampling new cuisines so when an offer for Sen Nin popped up in my inbox for a Teppenyaki meal, we corralled a couple of friends and booked straight on in. Whilst in Japan on holiday in January (what an amazing place!) we tried Yakiniku which you sit around a table (we were in the suburbs, at a table not meant for our Western legs!), but this Teppenyaki experience was the full deal. We… View Post

Olympic Village Wandering – Fail.

Olympic Village Wandering – Fail.

So after months of discussing it, we finally got ourselves over to East London, to check out the Olympic Village. We were up early, settled into our Tube seats for the cross-London journey, and came out of Stratford station armed with a wanders map. I love the random industrial pieces of art that are dotted around the site, including the below. Irreverant and gleaming they are beacons for lost travellers hoping to see Olympic glory.… View Post

I think the sky is falling. It’s …

I think the sky is falling. It’s certainly raining poetry…

Tonight I learned, as part of my ex-pat experience, that it’s really hard to catch twirling poems falling from the sky. As part of the cultural events around the Olympics, a friend of a friend who is part of the Chilean collective Casagrande has organised to drop 10,000 bookmarks over Waterloo, containing an piece poetry from poets selected from each of the countries participating in the Olympic Games. We nipped out for a wee bite of… View Post

Bank of England and £400,000 of Gold in your …

Bank of England and £400,000 of Gold in your hands

I held £400,000 of gold in my hands this morning, in the Bank of England, and no I wasn’t chased out by security. They let me. We couldn’t take any photos of it, but we walked through along the fabulous mosaic hallways, were taken through a brief history of the bank site (originally in rented accommodation, they moved to a purpose-built site in Threadneedle street, where they are now, then compulsory purchased the next-door church! which they bulldozed), wandered through… View Post