It happens every year: the cold winter months take you by surprise and you need extra fuel to keep you warm. Then the festive season comes around and, suddenly, you have a whole spare tyre around your waist that not only keeps you cosy and warm but also wobbles in a funny way when you walk. Before you know it, people are calling you “lardy boy” (even to your face) and you know it is time to bring out the dreaded scales.
How many of us can claim to have a king buried in our back yard? Swedish wine maker Göran Amnegård, for one, passes the burial site of the Viking King Blackemost mornings on his way to inspect his vines.
Ho ho ho, finally, it’s that time of year where you can get away with wearing patterned jumpers, silly hats and sport a red hooter and still expect to be taken seriously.
If you wish to feel the London buzz, be seen and grab a bite after work, Soho is the place. That is exactly what we want to do, and we are not alone; all Londoners seem to be out on this last warm summer evening.
By Bronte Blomhoj
When most people think of the Scandinavian seasons, they either think of the bitter cold and round the clock dark winter days – or the vibrantly colourful summer season with its rolling green hills and sparkling silvery lakes (although, some, admittedly, think only of blonde women, Ace of Base and meatballs, but these [...]
The restaurant’s website proclaims the motto: “seeing is deceiving, it’s eating that’s believing” and I know from my experience that the team at 1 Lombard Street will not be eating their words!
The image of the land of the little red wooden houses, clear lakes and midsummer fishing trips is an idyllic one. Sitting in the green field on a summer’s day, enjoying fresh air and a picnic of Swedish everyday delicacies such as fresh crayfish, prawns and a sprig of dill is a blissful and welcome event. Ah, the land of the healthy people who eat all that healthy food. Or so you thought.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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