Warming the Cockles of My Heart
I’ve never felt the need to be in a relationship – until now. It’s the cold’s fault. It brings out the primitive, keep-me-warm instinct in me. It’s also UP’s fault – the first four minutes of Pixar’s latest animatory coup-de-force made me want to find someone to grow old and angry with. But where to find said elusive hot water bottle? Ahem, man - I mean man.
Living in Battersea comes with its challenges. Other peoples, to be exact. But the neighbourhood’s experiencing a rejuvenation with a brand new hotel, an East End institution, and maybe even a tube line. Wonders will never cease.
The New Soho Scene
In my mind Soho hasn’t had a proper ‘scene’ for a while now. Or maybe it’s that so many other areas have got one Soho’s has faded into obscurity.
How to Vanish
Vanishing used to be easy: you simply cut up your credit cards and headed down to Tijuana with a bag of cash. And if someone wanted to find you bad, then they’d need to hire the ultimate private investigator (see Elliot Gould as detective Philip Marlowe in The Long Goodbye). Today it’s incredibly hard to disappear.
I was chatted up on the tube last week. Well, not so much chatted up as verbally attacked. Charming behaviour. But what do we expect? What with texting, email, Skype and Facebook, the genders have completely forgotten to how to interact with each other face-to-face.
Is it a terrible idea to talk about sex on a first date? How far should a dating agency go to make our romantic dreams come true? And just how long should you wait before you give in and text? Urban Junkies’ token singleton embarks on a quest to test the capital’s top dating agencies and find ‘the one’. Or a ‘one’. Or anyone. Hey, times are tough. But then so is our girl.