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Who said a masked woman wielding a cleaver can’t be sexy!
Some beautiful Wusthof knives – the best, and my favourites (along with Zwilling). Slowly building up my collection of top quality chefs knives…
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No more small talk.
Actions speak louder than words. A ball gag to instantly silence a smart mouth.
Pretty jewels to improve even the most perfect of behinds.
Bind a Beauty.
Being persuasive isn’t a crime. Take the lead and have things your way, with the help of luxurious leather handcuffs
Crown a Kitten.
Soft or sinful? Bad kitty or playful pussy? It’s the gentlemen’s choice of course.
Blown hot and cold.
Luxury toys forged from glass and metal. Serving suggestion: Heated up of cooled down, as per your mood.
Out of sight.
But never out of mind. Inflict the element of surprise.
Living la dolce vita, with simple al fresco Italian plates, negronis, and late night espresso with amaretti.
I love everything Italian – the culture, and of course the food and the fashion. Some of my most treasured memories have happened in there: Opera at La Scala in Milan, shopping in Rome, fresh sardines on the Amalfi, and Venice – a very special place for me with so many beautiful memories there, and hopefully many more to come. With travel off the cards, I enjoyed a little slice of Italy, via London this evening. Thank you x
“Father forgive me for I have sinned.”
These all too familiar words have been uttered by many a former Catholic School girl – myself included. Sure, back then it was confessions of copied homework and inappropriate underwear (it’s true, one day, so fraught with guilt about a recent purchase at Anne Summers, I did once confess to a priest that I was wearing a push up bra – I’m sure he was delighted!) But todays confession is something even more shameful. I confess…
I’ve only just discovered the Negroni.
Don’t laugh! I started drinking very late in life, in my early twenties (okay, late in my life relative to how old I am and how old most people are when they start drinking). So I was working as a dancer at the time and was completely teetotal, having never been drunk, never tasted sprits, in fact never had any alcohol other than the rum in my mothers Christmas cake, and however much they put in cherry liqueur chocolates. I was in for a rude and rather embarrassing awakening. Alcohol, I soon found out, can be very fun indeed. I spent the next year as a dancer, trying out all manner of alcohols, absinthe to amaretto, Burgundy to bourbon, rum to Riesling. Anyway a penalty of having been impossibly “good” in my teens, meant that it took me longer to enjoy many drinks – or rather, I have started to enjoy them later than I otherwise would have. I used to hate Negronis, or anything involving strong spirits, any short drinks at all in fact. Even now, my favourite cocktails tend to be sweet and fruity (like me!). But recently, after enjoying some delicious rums at a friends party, my palate has decided to reach it’s full maturity and I have finally been seduced by the Negroni. So delicious and one of my new favourites. I have already tried several variations – from the Strawberry Negroni at Meraki, to the Fig Negroni on a wonderful date at Portland just this week.
Anyway, the point of this blog was to talk to you briefly about two wonderful cocktails bars very close to my location, that I’m sure you will enjoy. The first is the Artesian Bar at the Langham Hotel, which has been voted best cocktail bar in the world 4 years in a row, so it’s not an overstatement to say you can’t possibly find a better cocktail anywhere in the world! These are showstopping – technically amazing and highly creative cocktails, something worth adding to our date especially if you are visiting from out of town. It’s a very classy space where I will join you in an elegant dress and heels – the perfect way to kick off, or end our date (kiss!). The second is Purl, which is a hidden underground speakeasy style bar which also has very beautiful and creative cocktails, and a very fun menu. The space has a cozy, shabby-yet-sophisticated British feel and is and a lovely private place to retire before or after dinner. Neither of these is easy to walk into so we shall have to make a reservation to enjoy together. Shall we?
Hope to see you there soon!
Kisses on your cocktail,
Vintage booze and beautiful shoes make for a very special Saturday!
Really enjoying my “Luxury Day” dates, and enjoying some of the best experiences London has to offer. Why be a voyeur when you can be a voyager?! A wonderful experience, hopefully to be repeated (if we don’t all end up in lockdown again!) Thanks for the early birthday present xxx
Finally ticked off Portland from my Restaaurant bucket list and it was excellent. An absolutely divine menu, so creative and seasonal. I had the grouse and the duck (If you know me, you know I really love eating game, and try to eat all available British game in Season). We had fantastic wines paired with it – a wonderful experience to have had such a special experience with a special person. I love meeting other foodies – dining is a passion of mine, and how lucky we are in London to have so many amazing places to eat on our doorstep. Definitely a restaurant I will enjoy visiting again. Until then, the memory of that delicious duck shall stay with me!
Double decadence with a recipe I created and tried yesterday – griddled Giant Black Tiger Prawns with Red pepper and chilli pesto.
Tasted even better than it looked!
I know, it’s been ages since my last blog and I’m sure you’re missing me dearly! Well, as you know I am always a busy bee – I recently started a really exciting project, and I’ve also started playing tennis. I can’t believe how good I am at tennis already! I’ve taken to it like a duck to water…
Just kidding! I’m absolutely awful. You’d have thought golf would have made it easier what with the smaller ball and much smaller implement to hit it with, but alas, things are a little more complicated when you’ve got a ball flying towards your face at 100mph (I should know!) I can’t remember if it was Gandhi, or Coco Chanel, but anyway, someone once said “If you can’t be good, be cute.” Actually, I’ve just made that up now but I’m sure you understand the sentiment. I will definitely get my own racquet (I’ve been borrowing so far) and hope that if I can’t yet bless the tennis court with Serena Williams-esque talent, then at least I can bless the court with a pretty smile and a precariously short tennis dress (I have some skirts as well now, you know me – for all my hobbies I love to have all the gear!)
Jokes aside, I am enjoying the process. I started with a lesson to get the basics and have recently been playing with a very patient friend. My observations are the following:
There’s a global pandemic on at the moment (not sure it you’ve heard) so two golf trips with two of my favourite people unfortunately couldn’t happen. Living in town makes golf a little tricky, so I’m glad to have taken up a hobby that’s easier to fit around my schedule. Will keep you updated with my progress – can’t wait to see you soon.
Kisses from your favourite ball girl 😉
Such a wonderful week enjoying some new restaurants, and some old favourites. Glad the London food scene is almost completely back.
Dinner dates welcome and appreciated – I have reposted my dining guide below.
In my kitchen this week:
Dressed crab with cucumber, caviar, lemon, and dill.
Pil Pil Prawns.
Rack of lamb with pesto, chorizo, and tomatoes.
Chicken satay with Cucumber and lime pickle.
Some of my favourite songs to get sweaty to:
Running (long distance):
Running (short distance):
Respite from the winter
5 foot 4
Of sin and serendipity and
A bar on the edge of Sloane Square;
Rain rolls down vintage Rovers and redbrick
Rain like constellations garnish
Paving slabs and parquet floors
Beautiful part of town.
A man smiles at me and I
Grin foolishly and narrowly miss
Colliding with a
As I watch him walk away
My shoulders and feet are damp from rain
God I need a-
“Cocktail list, madam?”
The bartender hands me a
Catalogue and I pick
“A G and T with Cotswolds gin? Please.”
You enter the bar and stand to my left
You look how I feel.
And dump a long, cane umbrella and
Rain wrecked briefcase
Under the bar.
A nesting crow in a
Damp rain coat on the
Darkest day in December
Your cuff falls back to reveal an
IWC on your wrist
You are tall
Brown leather shoes
The waiter returns with my receipt
Just as the moment passes.
“Would you like to open a tab?”
You reach into your pocket and pull out a black slim leather wallet,
(Smythson I think)
glancing at me
“Alright Harry Potter?”
Smiling at you
You stand there fiddling uncomfortably with the edge of your glasses.
Then it happened
Waited 20-something years for this
A pat on the head and a BJ:
A sober man
Who looks capable of ironing his own shirts
Decided of his own accord to
Offer to buy me a drink
In the real world.
Must be the Rishi Sunak effect.
I turn my shoulder slightly so you
Get my phone out
And begin typing furiously under the bar
My french manicure slamming the screen at
“MARTYNA OMG SUPER HOT DAVID CAMERON TYPE BUYING ME COCKTAILS ON SLOANE SQUARE VERY CONSERVATIVE AND HAS A HARD ON THANK YOU FATHER CHRISTMAS HALLELUJAH!!!!!-“
And press send.
Coolly, I turn to face you;
I suck on my Gin and Tonic and you tell me some things
None of which I think are lies
You are a hotelier
You live in Cambridge
You used to think you were liberal but now you’re
Not so sure
You have three children a grandchild and a dog named Casper
I tell you we shall have to get
Rid of the dog as I am a
You tell me Casper is a very sweet natured beast
Get out your phone to show me
Photos of a small
Black haired cockapoo
Running around on a beach with its tongue hanging out
“You fancy me because I look like your dog!?”
I ask in a mock-accusatory tone
Grinning at you.
You say you often holiday in Portugal or Monaco and you
Quit drinking 20 years ago so you’re having a soda and
Lime and many years ago
When you were living in the States
One of your
Looked just like me and
You like my shoes
“But anyway Billie, what are you doing in here by yourself talking to an
Where is your boyfriend?”
I imagine having sex with you
As a beautiful thing.
We are walking down Kings Road.
Have an umbrella
In one hand and my
Arse in the other
I quite like it.
Just before we reach The Botanist,
You bottle it,
And hail me a taxi,
“Have a safe journey home, Billie.”
I jump inside
Obediently and wave you
I watch you slowly disappear:
From a man
To a smudge in the distance,
To an unforgettable and
To a poem
Martyna has text me back a series of smiley faces and love hearts.
“Tell me what’s happening?!” she implores.
I exhale and reply.
I hope you are well and enjoying the sunshine. Rumour has it that if you turn your central heating on full blast, strip down to your shorts, and sip an ice cold glass of champagne with your eyes closed, you can just about convincingly imagine you’re in the south of France. Speaking of which, I am getting itchy feet – this now being the longest running period of time I’ve spent in the UK since I was 18. Yes, I know in the schemes of natural and manmade disaster, world pandemic, civil uprising, and the fear of a second wave (and the associated mini-disasters: no sex, no toilet roll etc), not travelling does seem very much like a first world problem but… I’m a first world woman so there’s not much I can do about that. Although life is slowly getting back to as normal as it can be, I desperately miss the romantic weekends and luxurious weeks I would spend as a travel companion, and the more natural relaxed dynamic this brings, as well as of course exploring the peoples, art, cuisines, and pleasures of other countries. I’ve started to get a pang of almost-jealousy when watching those food-travel shows where Rick Stein or Anthony Bourdain stroll through San Sebastien, or Istanbul, or Paris, enjoying the very best of fine and simple food.
Have been enjoying some delicious and varied lunch and dinner dates recently and it’s been a lot of fun. Have ticked off a few “bucket list” restaurants thanks to the efforts of some thoughtful and generous gentlemen. Oh the joy of not having to cook! Of course, I love cooking, but months into lockdown even I was losing the will to be chopping tomatoes and peeling garlic on a daily basis. With every corner I turn there’s a new restaurant I would like to try – this is one of the tings I love the most about living in town. I walk down Charlotte Street and think -I want to try every single one of these. There was a time about 3-4 years ago where I would do fine dining at least twice a week every week. It was silly really – a sort of… status thing, the way some people think they must always wear lots of jewellery. I thought, you surely haven’t made it through life unless you’ve eaten your age in Michelin stars every year. It became a big blur of tasting menus and amuse bouches, and many of these restaurants I barely remember. It was a good lesson in the perils of excess, and in learning to savour special things.
A while ago there was an article in the Spectator (perhaps by Taki?), which said, if a cheese is good, you only need a tiny piece of it. I remember scoffing to myself at the time, but with reflection it seems true to me. As I broadened my dining experiences, I realised I don’t need a super-fine dining experience every day. I love these things – everything from getting dressed up in a beautiful outfit and picking complimentary heels and fragrance, to that magical moment where we are seated, perhaps sipping on some lovely champagne, and looking through the menu (I never ever look at a menu before I eat at the restaurant, as I love surprises, no matter how small). As someone who really enjoys cooking, I get pleasure even from the menu – how the chef has paired the flavours, how the sommelier pairs the wine, and so on. I am a magpie for detail – I always notice beautiful silverware, heavy salt and pepper mills, I love the crisp white napkin placed on my lap by a reassuringly French waiter. Warm bread to start (try to resist but normally can’t), cheese trolleys, are beautiful delicate fine plates of food. Yes! I love this experience! This is the part of me that loves classic and traditional things. I don’t like to haggle with quality – I enjoy fine dining experiences which simply do not compromise.
But I can’t do this all the time.
I need gastropub, tapas, something creative or modern, menus that change daily, open kitchens, heavily tattooed chefs who will under no circumstances accommodate “special dietary requirements”. Enjoying and experiencing these restaurants are a gift my clients have given me, and add some much needed balance. Last week, a Sunday lunch at The Thomas Cubitt and a beautiful dinner at 50 Cheyenne were exactly what I needed – food that is excellent, but honest and not trying too hard. I am also in LOVE with Meraki, a Greek restaurant near me, with a great bar and such delicious food. Event the tomato salad – these are the most delicious, sweet, tasty tomatoes you have ever had! Needing an Asian fix later in the week, a girlfriend and I had a fantastic evening at Roka. I know it’s the most predictable ever but I LOVE the black cod and the shrimp tempura. And the lamb chops. Haha! I also read that Le Caprice was closing down. I really regret having only dined there twice – it’s one of those restaurants that you forget about because it’s so tucked away. Well anyway, I noticed directly opposite Zuma it appears to be re-opening, so definitely one I would like to try in the future.
When will she stop talking about food and tell me a sexy story, I hear you ask.
I’m working on a sexy fantasy that I will hopefully post late next week. I have to be in a particular mood to write erotica, so, like so many of life’s best things, it happens spontaneously when it happens. I have however finally decided (with many encouraging nudges from friends and dates) decided to finally pursue my cooking and food writing in a more meaningful way. Even writing this is giving me a knot in my stomach as I have massive fear of failure, but it’s something I really enjoy and think I maybe have a talent for. Don’t worry, I shall remember you all when I have my own BBC cooking show where I pretend to be demure and wholesome. And of course I am cooking a lot, as ever, but as I’m back to eating out frequently, it’s a lot more salads and light meals than before, although I did cook poussin for the first time (they said it was poussin, I’m not so sure as it really was a TINY bird). On my course at Le Cordon Bleu, they taught us how to prepare it, so I managed to cook the poussin to perfection and it was very delicious.
I think I have in the last few months watched every (worthwhile) documentary known to man. Just finished watching the 3-Part “Once Upon a Time in Iraq” on the BBC which I thought was excellent. Sometimes you watch this type of documentary and almost feel embarrassed about how comfortable your life is – through accident of birth we are so lucky to live here in the UK and have the freedoms we have. When you watch documentaries – particularly about war, it really puts into perspective how if you’ve been blessed with a fortunate life, it’s your duty to appreciate and enjoy every moment you can.
I’m also really enjoying my book “21 Lessons…” By Yuval Noah Harari. This is a must read for everyone! He is so clever and insightful. His thoughts on the future, and how technology and biology will combine, on how data and algorithms will become the most important things in our lives, and on how society and class will be shaped by these things… really he is so intelligent the book is excellent so far. Once technology knows you better than you know yourself (which is really not that difficult) “Google” could be the one telling you which job or University you should go for, which companion you should pick, what holiday would suit you best and so on. We may say to ourselves “oh but I would never trust a computer to make these decisions”, but Harari proposes that we already do. Whether it’s the exchange rate, the weather, or what year WW1 ended, on a daily basis we ask Google questions and trust the first answer it gives us. Once humans are connected to the right technology, they will know us better than they know ourselves because they will know our subconscious.
Harari’s suggestion is once technology and biology are fused together, those who can afford it will be able to buy themselves massive advantages – internal technologies that will essentially make them live considerably longer healthier lives. They will be able to pay to have their children genetically engineered to be attractive, tall, intelligent, modest, athletic, or whatever traits they desire. This will create a larger gap between those who can afford this and who can’t, leading to two (or multiple) species of humans – the upgraded tech-driven humans on top, and then everyone else below them. Those on the bottom will have no jobs (all jobs will be automated – other than mine of course haha!) and a massive chasm of inequality will open up. I read in a different book that no one can ever accurately predict the future because the prediction itself, changes the course of the future, but his thoughts are very interesting.
So anyway, I’m back at the gym and it’s a weird experience. Sanitizer wipes everywhere! I think whoever owns the Hand Sanitizer factory has had a very good year! Other than that, it’s quiet, which I prefer anyway and I’m happy to be back, but will definitely be keeping up with the outdoor workouts and running. So funny a few days ago I was doing a boxing workout in the park with a PT I met there, and people were stopping on the path to watch me(!) It’s only my third time trying it but it’s such a good workout. I also had a full body scan where they essentially give you a 2 page MOT of everything wrong with you – or so I thought! To my surprise every single one of my physical stats is in the perfect range for my height, age etc, and the machine which usually give you pointers on what areas to work on, believes I have nothing to work on at all. I do enjoy working out, but of course enjoy my food too so wasn’t expecting such good results – with my fat % on the middle to lower end of “normal”, and my lean muscle % on the middle to higher end of “normal”. I’ve finally managed to tackle my shin splints, with a combination of compression socks, and running/skipping on grass instead of harder surfaces. I still have further goals to be exactly where I want to be physically, but it’s good to see I’m on the right track. I think like most women, I can sometimes feel self-conscious about too big or too small or too something else, so for the way my brain works, numbers are very helpful as they are objective.
I’ve FINALLY set up my record player, an embarrassing 2 years after one of my favourite people bought it for me. I originally wanted some beautiful, big vintage speakers (I still do) but became paralysed with choice, so have temporarily bought some smaller entry level ones until I decided which ones I want to have “forever”. Vinyl is such a sexy, gorgeous music format. Everything from Sinatra to Sade, Bob Marley to the Beatles, Mick Jagger to Motown… it all just sounds so good. It’s funny (or perhaps depressing) the older you get the more you start pining for things you once had. Okay, I’m not even 30 yet! But still, I remember the sound system I grew up to, one of those old school silver 80’s-90’s ones (we couldn’t afford the SONY one so ours was by (ahem) “AIWA” – if that’s still a thing), 4 units stacked on top of each other with dials and nobs everywhere for extra bass, or treble. Like most people, we threw ours out with the advent of MP3, but its something I would like to revisit sometime in the future.
Speaking of Billies most wanted, I have added some things to my Net-a-Porter Wishlist if you felt like spoiling your favourite companion: https://www.net-a-porter.com/wishlist/5804ae6fe4b04659eb8ac4f1 😊 I’ve picked out some timeless classy pieces which I would love to add to my wardrobe. I ended up giving a fond farewell to one of my favourite pairs of shoes on Wednesday, after a slightly hazy, but very glam night in Soho at Groucho. They were in fairness, a very old and very well loves paid of heels that I was given on one of my first ever trips to Rome (I love it there). I took them to a cobblers the next day, he handed them back to me and said “Beautiful shoe and it’s a real shame, but we can’t do miracles”. I love wearing sexy elegant heels! So nice to be back to some semblance of a social life – I started lockdown with good intention but by the end, I was pretty much living in a uniform of a big t shirt, silk pyjamas/negligee or a dressing gown!
Oops, I’ve been writing for ages – I have to dash – congratulations if you got to the end! Having a fun and sunny week so far and looking forward to this weekends plans. Can’t wait to see you soon for a catch up.
(From top left) Hedonism wines, a Bucket List restaurant, and a beautiful suite with terrace; My first time preparing and cooking poussin; Chilling in a Secret Garden with Rod Stewart; Golf girlfriend; My view after a 5K in Regants Park; Sunday roast in Chelsea; A delicious breakfast date and a new (brilliant) vinyl for my collection; Dinner and a spot of shopping at Selfridges; A nice outfit; A naughty outfit; A relaxing 8hr Sunday date: Sunday papers, chablis 1er, nibbles, vinyl to add to my collection.