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Il Girasole

Hello readers,

I stumbled on quite a find last week. (That’s a lie. Unless ‘stumbling upon’ has become the new ,’I was invited for a leaving-work party by my manager to this specific restaurant’.)

il Girasole (sunflower) is located on Garratt Lane in Wandsworth. You could easily mistake it for a coffee shop or breakfast cafe, however once you enter you are greeted by friendly staff, tables in the front and a small intimate area in the back, fully equipped with a brick oven for their tasty pizzas.




The wine: a huge selection of it. Unfortunately I didn’t want to risk trying any and driving home but my table looked suitably drunk after a couple of hours.

The food: everything from pasta with goats cheese, portobello mushrooms and garlic, to the more adventurous items like the rabbit (which I had). I wanted something different and the rabbit is most certainly the way to go. Cooked in a tomato-ey sauce with raisins (unpleasant surprise for me), black olives and mushrooms, the rabbit is presented to you on a pile of polenta….on a flat wooden board. I wouldn’t have minded this so much had it not been for present company. Trust me, trying to impress your managers and chasing a piece of rabbit through a runny yellow mess doesn’t look as attractive as it sounds.

The price: dinner for two (starters and mains) with wine would cost you roughly £50. If you opt out of alcoholic beverages it will be closer to £30-£40.

Atmosphere: we were the only ones there! It has the potential to be a great little place but it was too quiet for my liking. I would recommend a Saturday night for more of a buzz 🙂


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Girls Girls Girls

Good-evening everyone!

Overnight I have become somewhat of a ‘Girls’ addict (tv show not gender). The HBO series follows the lives of four girls in their 20’s , struggling to make something of themselves in life and in the city. There isn’t more in the way of a plot . For some reason though it really resonated with me and I am now into the beginning of Season 2 (which incidentally is not that good. Stick to season 1).



I’ve decided our twenties are our most difficult age. I’ve decided this because  A) really, being an infant or  teenager was not that difficult and B) I have no clue about the 30’s , 40’s, 50’s, 60’s , 70’s , 80’s or 90’s.

So this leaves me where I am right now. The age of being asked :

– ‘So what now?’

– ‘But I mean… is this really what you want to be doing?’

– ‘Sooooo … KIDS! When are you having them?’

– ‘You’re really wearing that tomorrow?’

I think there is now, more than ever, an expectation to know the answers to these seemingly basic questions. And I do try to at least pretend I know what I’m talking about. But the truth is…  I’m not really sure I’ll wear that tomorrow, I don’t really have plans for kids (honestly are these things ever planned!), I’m pretty sure I have no idea what I should be doing, and if one more person asked me ‘what now?’ , I will unfriend them from my life’s friend list.

A combination of all of the above has turned me on to Girls. Watch it! If not all of it, at least the first episode!

Also, don’t read The Fault in our Stars by John Green … or at least I think it’s John Green.. I’m too irritated by the book to google his name. It turns out, someone thought it was a great idea to write about a teenager, who has cancer, and whose boyfriend has cancer, and whose friends have cancer! It doesn’t begin well, it doesn’t end well. On the plus side, the coffee shop I read it in has really great hot chocolate and is called Hale & Hardy in Wandsworth town. Check it out!

Hot Chocolate, Not so hot book.
Hot Chocolate, Not so hot book.



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I blame the twig.

Good-evening all,

Londoners today experienced what some would call ‘Spring’ , and what others would call ’13 Degrees celsius’.

I was never one to overly complain about our weather here. It simply is what it is: Shit.

We get some months (two at best) of pleasant sunshine, one month of autumn, and the rest is winter. There are times I feel strangely proud of this; proud that we have a ‘take it or leave it’ climate that doesn’t mess around.

And then there are times like last week.

The day was no different to others that had come before it. It was raining (horizontal rain) and windy; the kind of wind that hits you with debris and leaves from all angles and makes no apology. It was cold. The events that followed are, I believe, what contributed to my breaking down several hours later:

– I went out to get my breakfast of greek yoghurt and honey (my new ‘thing’)  from the local store. They were out of greek yoghurt.
– I headed back in to work empty handed. Cold. Wet.
– I pressed the buzzer for the door to open and was slapped by another twig before the doors opened to let me in (crucial moment right there).

Once back in the office, the girl I sit next to who gave me the weird yeast mixture ( you might remember her from an earlier episode ) informed me that she was leaving, for good.

We were acquaintances at best, but confronted with the reality that I will be spending my time in the office alone was all of a sudden terrifying. I didn’t want her to leave. I imagined myself in the same job 10 years from now, looking at my fake potted plants, typing emails, listening to the same radio stations, and jumping to answer the phone after the first ring.

I left work early that day. 6 hours early.

Fortunately the rest of the week brought better news (much better news), better weather, and everyone thought I had been to a 6 hour meeting.



Posted in Cinema, Miscellaneous, Movie reviews, Movies, Reviews


I’m very late to jump on this band-wagon but I got to see Django Unchained last week and what a treat it was.

My first introduction to Tarantino was in 1995 , ten years ago . ( No, …almost TWENTY years ago … does anyone else think the 90’s were only 10 years ago?)

His appearance in Desperado was a brief but memorable one for me. Desperado, although a great movie in itself, was always overshadowed by Tarantinos’ crazy and over the top joke about a guy who bets the bartender that he can piss into a glass without spilling a drop (his words not mine). I won’t go into the detail but this joke lasts for about 3 minutes and is so ridiculous, but one I will remember forever.

Watching Django Unchained was like listening to a 3 hour long version of this joke.

Yes, it is a long movie, but it’s done well enough to not notice the time go by. It’s billed as the highest grossing Western in history and I will just assume this is true because :

a) It is

and b) have you seen other Westerns? Not a lot of competition.

The dialogue is witty, intelligent and really makes the best use of all characters, particularly Christoph Waltz, who deservedly won an Oscar for his character ‘Dr Schultz’ .



Just watch it .

*Incidentally please don’t follow this on by watching the latest Hansel and Gretel. It could go as far as ruining your whole week.