Blame it on the goose... (Week 2)

So this post is a little late - I returned from London expecting for life to slow down a little but who the hell was I kidding.

I didn't think it would be possible for my second week to surpass my first but then I also hadn't banked on yet more events for Chartwell and just how awesome my team at Burberry would be.

Monday was show day. From monitoring the press coverage for the Emerging Markets it was clear to me that this show was about as talked about as little Choupette Lagerfeld, and hot damn that is one friggin adorable, head-line grabbing kitten. My whole team had bagged jobs at the show so I was left at HFH to monitor the social media coverage as it came in from Russia, India, UAE, the Baltics and the Middle East BUT the show was also being live streamed into the HFH café. I ventured downstairs and was confronted by an electric atmosphere. I grabbed a seat and waited for the spectacle to begin, and spectacle it was. Goosebumps, stunned silence and an audible gasp at the finale and I'm not just speaking for myself. There would be absolutely no point in me trying to detail everything worth mentioning about the show, so here's the show in full. Even if you're not a fashion fiend, it's still something to behold, especially with such an incredible choice of songs to accompany the walks (Tom Odell - Another Love *sniff*)

                

Just...... gone. One of, if not the best show of LFW (go Mr. Bailey!) with the coverage continuing for days. Somebody get me that marigold Blaze bag and that badass layered crop trench if you please.

Photoshop is not my strong point, cocktails and canapés however...

Outside of Burberry, I had been given more events to attend on behalf of Chartwell (are they crazy!? I do not feel old enough for these growed up respobsobilities), the first of which was Taste by Appointment held by Grey Goose at Gordon Ramsay's Bread Street Kitchen. I took a certain little Emma with me to help me drink all that crystal clear French vodka and the evening was incredible. A scintillating lesson in the science of taste, blind taste test and DIY drink mixing later and it was time for our bespoke Grey Goose cocktails. Being a devout gin lover I was a little skeptical but the charming Joe from Grey Goose assuaged all my doubts with the incredibly aromatic and divine tasting concoction that he mixed up for me - Grey Goose, ginger ale, fresh grapefruit juice, coriander, black pepper and ginger, along with a medley of other delicious touches made for one of the best cocktails I have ever had the pleasure to drink. To finish off the evening we caught a glimpse of the lesser spotted Gordon Ramsay herding a flock of kids upstairs for a slap up meal and then ventured off to The Diner in Shoreditch to satisfy our own appetites for boozy milkshakes and ten tonne burgers.

Prescott's Punch: that absinthe'll punch you alright.

Had I had my fill of alcohol and carbs? Hell to the no, give me more, MORE I say! And more there was as the next night was the press launch for B-Soho, a new pizzeria and cocktail bar in the restaurant-rich area of Soho. I went with the gorgeous Grace who was also lovely enough to put me up for my second week in the big city (incredible hostess, all-round fabulous person and cooking skills to rival my mother's, I kid you not). Intermingled with my delight at the revelation of pizza e cocktails gratis was the pleasure of our dining company - Baldwin from Ice Bar London and Adasi, blogging for Fluid London. Our evening was topped off by a live acoustic set including a classic rock ballad medley - nothing like a moodily crooned Journey hit to signal the end of the night.

Friday rolled around about as quickly as crowds to a plus-size sample sale and because it had been show week, the team was granted a half day. More show coverage and a competitor event report later and we dashed across the road to the nearest pub where I was treated to a gin & tonic by the girls - enough to bring a happy tear to this Gordons girl's eye.

And that's the lot. Two weeks in London, ten days at Burberry, four events and god knows how many measures of gin later and I'm back in Bournemouth, though maybe not for long.