Posted by amanda.
Posted by amanda.
* Brett Murray’s “Amen”
* Facial or massage
* Kenwood Titanium Chef
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It’s been a long time since I dumped someone. I forgot how hard it is. First you cancel dates and avoid their phone calls, but eventually you have to “woman up” and tell them the relationship has run its course.
I did this a few weeks ago. My therapist was a great guy – I even set him up with a colleague – but I had achieved what I needed to.
I wasn’t a big believer in therapy until I met him. I thought it was a self-indulgent waste of money.
I used to work with a woman who would shout to the whole office each week, “Bye everyone, I’m off to therapy!”
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Bombay Brasserie itself nestles in another historic building adjoining the lobby – The Temple Chambers – a sunken, wood panelled lounge built at the turn of the century to accommodate the denizens of the nearby Supreme Court. Stepping down into its cosy interior you can imagine the whiskered barristers of old enjoying brandies and cigars.
The Brasserie experience is one of total immersion: from the moment you step through the doors and descend into the cosy lounge you are cosseted, fussed over, plied with delicious (if very sweet) cocktails and amuse-bouche and waited upon by no less than three separate staff.
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It’s odd. I hate Alias, Lost and M:I3 but adore Fringe, Star Trek and Cloverfield. So I have to give J.J. Abrams a chance. This teaser for Super 8 looks promising.
