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Acting-Up. March 2016.
Dear Rowley, Hollywood really can’t win when held up to scrutiny by the fashion police. The 88th Academy Awards this weekend was one of the best-dressed in years and yet cause for criticism was found. Best Supporting Actress Alicia Vikander’s … Continue reading →
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Everybody Loves Oscar. March 2014.
Dear Rowley, I had the great misfortune to catch the last five minutes of Jeremy Kyle’s show while waiting for ITV This Morning’s Oscar coverage to begin at 6am. I wonder who this ringmaster of Broken Britain’s most repulsive ambassadors … Continue reading →
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Tagged Academy Awards 2014, Alexander McQueen, Alicante, amfAR, Armani Privé, ASBOI, Bedlam, Benidorm, Bette Midler, Blithe Spirit, Blue Jasmine, Broken Britain, Cannes, Cate Blanchett, Cosmopolitan, Dame Angela Lansbury, Dear Rowley, Dior, Ellen Degeneres, Goldie Hawn, ITV This Morning, James Sherwood, Jennifer Lawrence, Jeremy Kyle, Joe Allen's, Letters from Bloomsbury Square, LoveGold, My Week With Marilyn, Noel Coward, Orso, Oscar nominations, Oscars 2014, Patricia Carruthers, Piers Morgan, Rialto, Sally Morrison, Sandra Bullock, Sarah Burton, Sheekey's Oyster Bar, Strada Leicester Square, The Grand Inquisitor, The Hunger Games, The Jeremy Kyle Show, Torquemada, Twelve Years A Slave, Vanity Fair, Vanity Fair Oscars party, Wicked Witch of the West End, Woody Allen
Chelsea Flower Show. May 2012.
Dear Rowley, Did I tell you they’ve opened a new Cordon Bleu school on Bloomsbury Square? The cafe is absolutely to die and manned by Gallic cuties who can do things with saxifrage that makes one’s eyes stand out on … Continue reading →
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Tagged Anastasia, Andy Barnham, Atlantic Bar & Grill, Beijing Olympics, Bolsheviks, Brasserie Zedel, Busby Berkeley, Capri Dry Cleaner Southampton Row, Cecconi's, Chelsea Flower Show, Chelsea Physic Garden, Cordon Bleu Bloomsbury Square, David Beckham. British Airways, Dear Rowley, Dubonnet & Gin, Duke's Bar, FA Cup Final, Franco's, Issy van Randwycke, James Sherwood, La Farmer, Lara Mingay, Lara Prince, Laurent Perrier, Le Caprice, Leicester Square, Letters from Bloomsbury Square, Lord Coe, Mari Wilson, Olympics 2012, Pimms, Pret A Manger Southampton Row, Princess Anne, Prosecco, Sheekey's Oyster Bar, Shirley Bassey, The Perfect Gentleman, The Wolesley, Wembley, Whole Foods Piccadilly
The Madonna January 2011
Dear Rowley, You cannot make it up. I hopped a cab a couple of nights ago from Dukes Bar home to Bloomsbury Towers. About half a mile from Piccadilly the taxi driver – fat, balding, middle-aged – was peering at … Continue reading →
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I’ve Been To A Marvelous Party November 22nd 2010
Dear Rowley, Phew! I think we made it. You’ll be pleased to hear that tonight is the first night of the week to find me safely at home with the heating turned-up to sub tropical eating pizza pimped with virgin … Continue reading →
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