Most team building activities are quietly terrible. Everyone knows it. The facilitator with the laminated instructions knows it. The person who booked it definitely knows it by 11am when half
Seventy-five people crammed into a village. One of them is a demon. Most of them are lying. And somehow, it’s your job to figure out which is which. Blood on
East London does Christmas properly. None of the frantic, overpriced, tourist-trap energy you get in central London. Instead: a neighbourhood that genuinely knows how to put a night together, world-class
Twelve days, 251 films, 88 countries. The BFI London Film Festival turns 70 this year and the whole thing is anchored about five minutes from our front door. Wednesday 7
Most of London does Christmas theatre in the West End, where you pay West End prices, eat at a chain because it’s the only thing with a table, and fight
Everybody has been to that Christmas do. Long table. Three-course set menu chosen six weeks earlier by someone in operations. Crackers. A DJ playing Slade at a volume that makes
