Monday, 18 June 2012


It's been a while.

I'm not proud to admit it, but I have been neglecting this space.

This, among other basic and necessary duties such as laundry and eating balanced meals, seems to have slipped to the bottom of the ever-lengthening and easily disregarded list of 'To Do's in life. And while I have run out of socks and will still happily call a bag of popcorn and bottle of wine dinner (and doubt that will ever change), I'm making an effort to get back into this mental and digital space.

In the great country-wide come-down following our long weekend of royally-endorsed alcoholism, it seems we true and adopted Brits alike have been almost refusing to return to real life. It seems merely a lull in the excitement until the Olympics, and although summer is always a half-holiday, with the eyes of the world turned towards us this year, these few months feel far removed from reality.

It all kicked off with the Jubilee. As Britain is known for and proud of its own understatement and even cynicism (as explored by AA Gill in this great piece about London in the face of the the Olympics' oncoming onslaught), I, and I'm sure many others, did not expect the unapologetic patriotism and raw excitement of the weekend's events. People were out in droves, thronging the Thames' banks and straining amongst the umbrellas to catch a glimpse of even a row boat, let alone of Lizzy herself. Grumble all you like about the weather - it was only appropriate it was raining, and it only added to the ambiance.

So before I plunge back into the everyday, here is a look back at a truly great British weekend.

A quick and zesty Margarinha at the wandering bar The Fourth Wall's temporary occupation of Bedford Square Gardens:

Then a dash to a punk-rock rooftop clambake, Pitt Cue Co and Rock Lobsta's God Save the Clam (more on that later!):

A magnificent day of music at Field Day, kicked off with some bloodies (in Union Jack cups, natch) in the park:

Too much sweet cider, candy floss worthy of Marie Antoinette's wigs, a ride on the swings in the sunshine, and oh, the music - a stirring set from Beirut, Andrew Bird's whistling, the matching outfits at Metronomy, mellow beats from Django Django, the miniature Grimes' manic stage dancing (verification she is actually a legal midget - anyone?), and a Euro-saturated set from Modeselektor were highlights.

Banana-dark chocolate chunk pancakes for breakfast and unapologetic patriotism at the Flotilla:

And an only-appropriately drizzly street party at The Book Club with THE BEST brass band to rally the crowd after trying to actually watch the Flotilla proved a (literal) wash out:

With some patriotic cocktails and '20s ragtime curled on a couch in Nightjar as a night cap:

Swimming on the Heath in its "fresh" (read: "arctic") ponds could only be followed by defrosting with a warming bottle of red and a serious hunk o' beef at The Vine:

And a final pub lunch - Pimm's and a surprisingly scrumptious tomato-based fish pie at the Coach Makers in Marylebone - as a 'caps off' to Her Maj and to cap off the weekend:

[Apologies for the array of photos, and credit to BB for most of them!]

So until the Olympics, Britain - keep calm and stay jubilant.

The Fourth Wall
Location changes

129 City Road  London, Shoreditch, EC1V 1JB

The Vine
86 Highgate Road, Kentish Town, NW5 1PB

The Coach Makers
88 Marylebone Lane, Marylebone, W1U 2PY

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