Want to spend two hours feeling breathless? Then spend two hours watching Penelope Cruz in Los Abrazos Rotos, or as it is called in English, Broken Embraces.
After several failed attempts, my husband and I boarded a train at London Bridge and got off at Wandsworth Common, and finally discovered what makes Chez Bruce one of London's 'best loved' restaurants.
Probably because I can count the females on my floor with one hand, my attention is focused on the males in the office. And until recently, I thought I took care of myself. Now I find that I am being put to shame every day by the men in the office.
How many times have I heard this in the last four months? At least 100!
A little over a year ago, I started a recruitment company in the City. To keep myself from going crazy, I started a blog to accompany it.
I can bet my next pay cheque (whenever that is coming) that there comes a time in life where everybody toys with the idea of working for oneself instead of for someone else.
Tucked away like a local's secret off of Chiswick High Road, Sam's occupies the interior of a reclaimed paper factory, a bright, modernist space containing both a bar and a brasserie with discrete tables for two as well as larger tables for bigger groups.
Until now I have wildly resisted. You can take the make-up and the skirts away but you’ve got to give a girl her shoes. And heels are my thing. But last week I read an article that said “powerful-women wear flat shoes”. Right, I thought, I might give this flat thing a go.
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function." - F Scott Fitzgerald
There are some days when I want to climb the corporate ladder to success quicker than Brady Dougan, and other days when a snake crosses my path and I become desperate to join my friends for Pimms o’clock. Shame - just when I was doing so well.