I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

Lucky Chip, Sebright Arms pub, London

Jen, Charlie and Kit – burger buddies

Lucky Chip at the Sebright Arms, 31-35 Coate Street, E2 9AG; Slider Bar, 8 Broadwick Street, Soho, W1F 8HN

I am insane. I really don’t know where I’m getting this sudden burst of posting energy, but I’m quite certain it’s not the brick of chocolate I just ate. Or the extra few reindeers from our advent calendar. (Bought about a week into December so we can eat seven days in one go. See? Strategy.) The fact is, a few hours ago I returned dog-tired from six back-to-back foodie shoots, and instead of hugging the floor and letting dustmites crawl in my mouth for dinner, decided it was a good idea to fish out some burger pictures to show you. Lucky Chip (also can be found as Slider Bar in Soho) do the, I kid-you-not, best burgers in town, and this is coming from…me. I don’t see a more credible source; if you are what you eat, would I not be a bacon cheeseburger? or Pho? And when I say ‘best’, it’s not the type of ‘best’ fashion bloggers throw around casually, where every single new bag is the BEST. The meat-condiment ratio on these burgers is so optimal, even those with stomachs the size of a fist (Kit) have no troubles finishing them, plus a few hand-cut chilli fries on top. Ironically – those following my rants on Twitter will know – a few days ago I declared I was giving up on wheat, eggs and dairy as a part of an elimination diet to get to the bottom of my eczema. I wept as I put this post together. All because I love you… and also because I crave for burgers, scrambled eggs, and latté’s but now all I can do is sob really loudly until our neighbours call the police and then my husband gets arrested.