Nude

She walks in to Nude, tripping with an air of cultivated nonchalance, her excitement fizzing under the layer of cool. Her eyes can not widen enough to take in all the options that are available as standard in Italian coffee shops. At home and the cafe around the corner Dad has tea, Mum has instant,

The Society Book Club

With a name like The Society Club, I expected something rather fine, a little eccentric, and somewhat individual. Turning off from the hubbub of Carnaby Street, around the corner from Pret and the like, I walk into what seems to be rather fine although higgledy-piggledy sitting room. Books adorn the walls and shelves, piles of

Athens, grittily getting on

Pelts of heavy rain hit my highly permeable clothing, as I amble between cars and puddles, trying to avoid them both, all the while ducking trees and keeping an eye out for a place of refuge – a café. The hen do hasn’t gone quite to plan. Our beautiful spacious apartment is indeed beautiful and

A novel tea

It is 4pm. I get cranky if I don’t have a cup of tea by this time in the afternoon. My boyfriend knows this and so he drags me to the nearest shop to indulge me in my favourite brew. We are very lucky as the nearest shop turns out to be The Fourteas, a 1940s

Cafe correspondence

Jammatology – The Society Book Club With a name like The Society Club, I expected something rather fine, a little eccentric, and somewhat individual. Turning off from the hubbub of Carnaby Street, around the corner from Pret and the like, I walk into what seems to be rather fine although higgledy-piggledy sitting room. Books adorn