So, somehow in all the craziness of the last couple months Charlie and I got engaged. Even at 31 (which seems a totally respectable age to get engaged in these modern times), it feels really adult. Though I know many successful couples who have, I can’t even image what it would be like to take this step in my 20s.
It’s been a crazy four-year journey going from being flatmates who ventured into the dangerous territory of rebound flirtation to spending the rest of our lives together; but at the same time, it’s been totally effortless. Without getting too cliche, I get to marry my best friend.
We’re holding off on too much wedding planning up front. To be honest, there’s so much change going on right now, the last thing we need is to worry about what kind of bunting we’ll have or whether or not we send out save the date cards. The important bits (style, locations, time of year) we’ve pretty much sorted, so now it’s just a matter of actually getting out there and doing it.
I’m really glad I have a background working in PR though. The event planning experience is totally going to come in handy. Bring on the colour coding, spreadsheets and clipboards.
Recently I wrote a blog post for a news site that has attracted some negative attention. The gist of it is, I wrote a piece on a rhetorical question because there hasn’t been any research on the subject. I find the fact that no one *has* done any research curious. Long story short, it blew up into something I didn’t anticipate. Debate-wise, I take a lot of the points on board. I might have worded things slightly different in hindsight, but I still stand by the overall point and I’m not going to change it because a small percentage of people took offense.
However, my frustration with it all actually stems from the fact that people, thinly veiled by eight time zones, a different culture and an axe to grind, are not interesting in having a conversation or debate. If you don’t agree, absolutely fine, but let’s figure out each others’ motivations first before going in for the attack.
Last weekend was the best escape.
I really like Oxford, but I like it especially when our friends throw their yearly dance party. Get 20 of your closest friends in a room with some bumping techno and some lasers and boy, do you have yourself a party. True Frivolity.
It’s shocking how quickly you get back into an old routine. We did ‘nearly dry January’, which means no alcohol apart from my birthday weekend. We were climbing the walls, but sleeping the night all the way through, having the energy for the gym and losing all the Christmas weight made it ever so slightly easier.
This first week in February made a harmonious January feel like a distant memory. Body pump Monday, lovely dinner with Jaz on Tuesday, theatre on Wednesday (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was pure imagination. Loved it.), and working till 8 on Thursday and sadly, Friday.
Our weekends have become painfully normal. Not in a bad way, we’ve just become terribly domestic. Homebase, the big Sainsbury’s on Finchley Road, Yoga on Sunday and hopefully today a trip down to the Black Lion (our local gorgeous if not slightly overpriced pub).
Though we still manage to retain a couple ‘cool’ activities that don’t scream of responsibility. We’ve been prepping tunes for next weekend’s party in Oxford. I may even have the guts to play a graveyard set. We’ll see though.
Oh, and I found tater tots in London. Bacon-wrapped, cheese covered tater tots. Hurts so good.
Coming from a foodie, it’s tough to say, but I fell out of love critiquing restaurants. It’s still something I often do, but recently (ok, the past 18 months), I’ve done it in private. There was something about it that, towards the end of my regular blogging stint, that began to annoy me.
Certain restaurants I went to, I found I didn’t really have anything interesting to say. I was priced out of a lot of others. The food blogger community is a bit cliquey. It got old, I got busy, so I stopped.
In the meantime, I’ve had a really good time not feeling the guilt of not having posted for a week, and then a month and then two… I was enjoying more of what London had to offer. Charlie and I moved into an amazing flat, I worked my way up the corporate ladder a bit more, went to South Africa, finally had my mom visit. I was and am busy just enjoying life.
I do miss blogging though and so I’ve decided to take it back up, but without guilt and without a ‘theme’. Nom nom London isn’t just about eating anymore, it’s about devouring everything the city has to offer me, even if it’s a few mundane pictures of my garden and what Charlie and I did last week.
Here’s to hoping I keep it up this time.
To say my experience at Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen was horrific wouldn’t be fair. However, to say the thought of returning turns my stomach wouldn’t be far off the truth. The thing is, it’s an ok restaurant based on a wonderful concept (the restaurant also runs as a charity that gives young, unemployed people the chance to be trained as chefs), but is so fantastically exorbitantly-priced for the food you’re served, you get the feeling the only person who’s really getting any benefit out of it is Jamie Oliver.
A starter of buffalo mozzarella and peaches was probably the highlight of the meal. Well-sourced cheese and nicely balanced against the sweetness of the peaches. Still, at over £11, I was surprised it didn’t come plated in gold.
The main, a Fisherman’s Stew containing about one or two pieces of mackerel, pollock, squid (respectively) and topped with 2 teeny tiny mussels, one clam and an angry-looking prawn staring at me with a face that said ‘No, I can’t believe it either’, cost a mind-boggling £28. Twenty-eight pounds. To add insult to injury, the seafood was completely overcooked and absolutely drowning in a tomato stew that I wouldn’t be surprised if had come out of a jar.
Dessert – a strawberry balsamic panna cotta – was ok, not particularly memorable other than the fact that it has a nice consistency, but was maybe too heavy on the balsamic flavouring.
A few positives though…
- It was cheerfully busy on a Tuesday night, but not so much so that you couldn’t hear your dining companions. I imagine it would be a good setting for a work dinner that you’re not paying for (which is actually what I was there for).
- Service was faultless. I really liked our server – he was calm, knowledgeable and just really nice.
- The decor was lovely. However, I suspect that’s another reason why it’s so expensive
Will I be going back? Not unless someone’s paying. And even then, I’d feel a bit guilty for not pointing them in a different direction.
Well, it’s been nearly two months since my last review. Frustratingly, this isn’t because I’ve not been bothered to blog or go out to eat. It’s because I lost the Om Nom London domain name, and I’ve spent the last 8 weeks trying to get it back.
Long story short, unbeknownst to me, my OmNomLondon.com URL wasn’t under automatic renewal, and some EVIL companywith nothing better to do than rip off unsuspecting bloggers (owned by Go Daddy – the thieving bastards), purchased the domain from under my nose and tried to charge me over £200 for the pleasure of getting it back.
I blog for a hobby, and I certainly don’t make any money from it. Technically, it’s a*losing* game as I pay for my own meals! Needless to say, paying to get my URL back was just not on, so I’ve registered NomNomLondon.com as the new name of my blog. It’s a subtle difference, and hopefully Google won’t completely kill my search rankings. Now I just have to get used to saying ‘Nom Nom’ instead of ‘Om Nom’.
Normal service to resume soon!