One way to spend a weekend in London
There are worst ways to spend a weekend than this.
STEP ONE: SATURDAY LUNCHTIME.
Head to your nearest excellent North London boozer for pints of guest ale and pork scratchings made on site. They are THE WORST THINGS YOU CAN PUT INTO YOUR BODY (bar blue WKD perhaps) but they taste oh so fucking good. MMMMM COME TO ME SALTY PORK FAT.
STEP TWO: SATURDAY NIGHT
Grab your mates, jump on the tube and head to the Southbank for cocktails and LOLZ (fyi, the Concrete Bar by the Hayward Gallery at the Southbank Centre does 2-4-1 drinks offers between 5-7 Tues-Sat including A DELICIOUS GIN COCKTAIL. LIme and Gin and easy-on-the-eye DJS and HIYA)
STEP THREE: LATER SATURDAY NIGHT
Head to London Wonderground, home of circus, cabaret and sideshow and see the most outrageous show you can after soaking up some of the Edfringe-esque vibe. We saw ‘Briefs- The Second Coming’ which was an all-male, drag, circus, vaudeville show. It was filthy and fucking fabulous.
STEP THREE: SUNDAY AFTERNOON
For an altogether different kind of crazy experience, head to a WEDDING FAIR. DING DONG THE BRIDEZILLAS ARE GONNA BLOODY CHIME. (Disclaimer: The gorgeous woman I am bridesmaiding for next year is the most chilled bride. ALL OTHERS TAKE HEED.) The whole of Earls Court stuffed to burst with ivory lace, cake samples and one million pretty things for you to slam your peepers on. I was so pleased when I spied the champagne bar.
Yeah. That was a good weekend. NEXT ONE DO YOUR BEST.