Author: Sarah Kemp

Pulling out of the Berlin Marathon – why I’m not being hard on myself

It’s a phrase you hear often, but yet a lot of people, me included, never seem to listen. Why is it resonating now? Well, as I sit on my poolside hotel bed that we booked as a post marathon treat watching four Englishmen stalk slowly past me to the exit, legs tense, walks resembling John Wayne, I can’t help but feel like an idiot. Yesterday was the Berlin Marathon, one of the six world major championships. I am in Berlin because last year I set myself a challenge to run all six world majors and I was meant to run it. But a couple of months ago I did something I never really thought I’d do. I… dun dun duuuuun, pulled out! I even sighed as I just wrote that sentence. I’m not a quitter, but recently I have come to realise that I set very high standards for myself. Standards that don’t mean a single thing to anyone else in the world. So why do I keep them? If anyone has the answer, please …

Friday Fun at Royal China, Queensway

Can we just take a second to appreciate one of the greatest contraptions ever invented, the Lazy Susan? No doubt the person who invented it had had enough mealtimes too close to a family member’s arm pit, or reaching arms that just happened to graze their gravy as they brushed past to collect the mustard from the other side of the table. No matter their own personal reason, whoever invented the Lazy Susan gets a hats off from me. When I was younger, every so often we took a trip to an upmarket Chinese restaurant situated at the end of our road – Mr Mans. It was owned by the dad or uncle of one of my classmates in year 3 – I don’t remember his name now, but I do still have an image of his very scuffed school shoes – strange how memory works, isn’t it? It was here that I saw my first ever Lazy Susan – and from that moment on I always wondered why restaurants other than Chinese never adopted …

Microwave your notebook clean with Rocketbook Wave

I recently had a friendly heated debate with my boss at work. He had been to a talk and thoroughly enjoyed listening to one of the speakers waxing lyrical about a paperless office initiative that was causing waves around his company. So upon arrival back into the office, my boss mentioned he wanted to do the same – but I just couldn’t imagine days without handwritten meeting notes, so took a fairly firm stand against the banning of notebooks. It wasn’t until literally the day after when an email landed in my inbox, that I realised I could have the best of both worlds. Enter Rocketbook Wave, an erasable notebook, which – get this – is erasable by simply popping it into the microwave. Yes, really. So the next day I went back to my boss with my tail between my legs and said that if I could use my Rocketbook Wave, I’d be well up for trying his paperless office concept. Bingo. A week later my new notebook arrived and I ditched my Moleskin …

Hip Hop Brunch – Drake Style

I’m too old for clubbing – in the traditional sense anyway. I’m not exactly ancient, but going to bed post 2am after having drank my bodyweight in alcohol has started to take its toll in recent years. I know I sound like a nana, but I have long been saying I’d much rather start early and end early. Daytime fun is massively underrated, especially in a city that never sleeps. So when I was invited to pop down and try a Drake inspired bottomless brunch by the Hip Hop Brunch crew, I had to try it. Not only were we going to be spending a few hours in a dark air conditioned pub on one of the hottest days of the year (I’m probably the only person in London rejoicing at this), we were also going to be feasting on three courses and bottomless booze, all while listening to the best of Drake. If you haven’t heard of Hip Hop Brunch before, it is an award winning brunch event, which takes place in a secret …

Wine down at BOTTLES, Spitalfields

You know you’re getting older when you’d rather swap the Jäger Bomb for a bottle of full bodied, high tannin red. But if this is what getting old feels like, I just can’t understand why people want to stay young. Have you never tried a bottle of Chateau Musar??? Ok, I realise you might not have, but rather than wax lyrical about one of my favourite ever wines (I’ll save that for another time), I’m here to tell you about one of my favourite London wine shops. I stumbled upon the first wine Bottles & Battles wine shop when I moved into my new flat a couple of months ago. Lunch.money and I were hungry and had a little break from box lugging to fill our tummies. Not only were we able to pick up some delicious grub, but also an amazing bottle of vino from an unexpected wine shop nestled deep into the inside area. I reckon we have spent £100s between us over the last couple of months – we just can’t stay away! So …

Edwins – a neighbourhood GEM

Hallelujah. That’s all I have to say. Blog post finished. Thanks, folks – see you next time. Oh, you know I’m joking. Silly me. How could I possibly not spend the next couple of minutes waxing lyrical about one of the best restaurants I’ve been to in a wee while. You see, last week lunch.money and I popped our heads into Edwins to taste the brand new summer menu. I had heard of Edwins before, and although I couldn’t remember specifically how I knew about it, for some reason in the back of my mind I knew it would be good. And you know what? It exceeded all expectations. What is EVEN better is that I moved literally just around the corner from the little neighbourhood bistro / wine bar only a few weeks ago. On a hot and sticky London summer night, we slopped up the tiny stairway to enter into the beautiful creaky floored Victorian dining room – the kind of place you’d love to grab a corner and snuggle up with a …

Pass the decaf (and don’t judge)

I wasn’t expecting what happened after my statement. His raucous laughter filled up the room and sent a shock wave through my whole body. A minute later, after he had calmed down, the following statement left his mouth – “Yea, that’s what all junkies say”. Junkie? Me? JUNKIE??? Oh god, oh god, oh god. I think he might be right. I was about to head on my first long run of my shiny new marathon training plan. Usually I have a coffee pre run and take gels that also contain caffeine. But wait – a few days previously I had given up coffee – hopefully for good. You might be wondering why I have given up coffee in the first place. I didn’t start drinking it until my mid-20s. But a trip to the land of unctuous crema and creamy strong flat whites changed that. From the moment first sipped on a cup of light brown heaven, I was hooked. Even sitting here now, I am imagining the satisfaction I get from the smell of …