We stayed at the Easy Hotel on Old Street. I stayed at one last summer and it was the smallest darn room I've ever been in (and fully bright orange). This time, I went posh and got a 'standard' room'. And look how much space there is! I can't even touch the walls! Granted there's still only ONE hook by way of ANY storage and your feet are in the shower when you pee, but when you plan to spend almost no time in the room and aren't fussy about being a bit rumpled, these things matter not!
|jumper: vintage, bag: Cambridge Satchel, necklace: Hannah Zakari|
|Look at the EPIC Nike this dude in the lobby was wearing. I want them SO bad.|
|I want a rainbow house!|
|I love Scrabble! And, er, international coaches.|
|I had the faithful New Balance from schuh on my feet the whole time!|
|Did I mention that I'd like a rainbow coloured house?|
|I loves me a blossom tree.|
|This shop had millions of vintage jewels. I wanted the giant Gaultier leopard cuff but didn't dare ask the price.|
|A blue house would do...|
And so to the restaurant. It was the oddest place: The Churchill arms. It was a right old man pub full of random Churchill memorabilia and it claimed it was where Churchill gave his addresses during the war...
And then you went through a wee archway and came out in the attached Thai restaurant. And it was like some kind of plant filled, fountain adorned, butterfly strewn Nirvana!
And, it had this tremendous picture of the 'woman of the century', the Queen Mum. What a ledge.
|The woman of last century being pointed at by the woman of this century. Natch.|
Sigur Ros were good. They're more his cup of tea than mine and he loved the gig. So I was happy about that. I'll tell you this though: if you're a single chick, you wanna get yourself along to a Sigur Ros gig cause it was a giant man fest (ok, ok, I called it a sausage fest, when I relayed the info to my pals)! As in a fest of many men, not a fest of giant men - they were all sizes. There was a queue for the boys loos and not the girls. Madness!
|The queue outside|
I also ate some epicly yummy breakfasts at the Breakfast Club, an ace kitschy, hipster (but nice) diner in Hoxton. One of my favourite bits of it (apart from the food) is the loos - there's a tiny vestibule on the way in with a sign that says "toilets. And world smallest disco" and the lights are down and the music cranked up to ten. I always make a point of making sure no-one's about and stopping for a tiny dance. Then the toilet cubicles themselves are completely wallpapered in kids' TV show wallpaper - He-Man, Fraggle Rock and Strawberry Shortcake - it's like going back and peeing in childhood! I love them!
|Pancakes with berries, vanilla cream and maple syrup and a side of bacon. I didn't eat again until about 7pm that day...|
|Oh deer. Put Llara in a diner with props and she WILL have a good time...|
|Smoked Salmon and scrambled eggs on thin crusty granary toast - SO good!|
|Shoes over a wire over a street in East London!|
|AWESOME cocktail at Happiness Forgets at Hoxton Square|
|Either I shrank or that bike is GIANT.|
|OK, so this is only in Niketown but it made me chortle!|
Roll on the next holiday!