Quote of the week: "There you have it; a small glimpse into a week with Felix, a supposed jet setter but definite go-getter."
So here it is. The first instalment of my column for The Jet Set Gazette, a marvellous little publication that will hopefully not be so little in months to come.
In this column my master plan is to paint you a picture in words about what has happened to me in London in the past week. It could be about anything from attending a VIP party or DJing in a club to getting hummus rage or having a glass of milk before I go to bed. But above all I aim for this to be a darn good, down to earth look at London from my perspective.
In order to make these articles as exciting as possible I shall endeavour to reach as far into my memory of things I have done and attempt to explain them as vividly as Wilfred Owen did WW1, albeit without the pathos. As it happens this week has been rather action packed. Started in a Hollywood-style fashion with an interview with Tim Bevan, the CEO and founder of Working Title Films, the people who brought us some quintessentially – I hate that word – British films like Four Weddings and a Funeral, Bridget Jones’ Diary, Love Actually, Billy Elliot and of course Shaun of the Dead. Walking into the central London offices of Working Title Films felt something like what you might expect when walking into MI6 HQ; British and proud of it. I was interviewing him for my old school magazine, as he was an ex-pupil. Considering how influential this man has been to British and global cinema over the years I was struck by his humility and modesty. An extremely cool dude.
On the way back from the interview with Tim, I was walking down Marylebone High Street when I saw a Waitrose sign gleaming like a mirage in the urban desert. So I pop in to buy some general groceries, Smash included – we’ll get to that some other time – when I saw a two for one offer on hummus.
Waitrose by the way, unbeknown to many is in fact cheaper and a much better shopping experience than any other supermarket. So looking at this two for one offer on hummus I feel an anger and rage building up inside me because I swear when I was in Sainsbury’s the other day it was spelt ‘houmous’. This brings me to another intrigue of mine. How does one pronounce the word ‘hummus’? In every supermarket I look in it is spelt differently. We need a Cypriot or Greek to put this debate to bed once and for all. Is it pronounced hum-us? Hoo-moos? Hew-muus? Or maybe a combination of the three? I am having to have multiple glasses of milk every night to help me sleep because this debate simply haunts me.
There you have it; a small glimpse into a week with Felix, a supposed jet setter but definite go-getter. I hope you have enjoyed coming on this profound adventure with me into a world of film producers and hummus. In next week’s instalment you will be finding all about the Bluebird Café and the launch of their latest cocktail cavern, the Winter Bar, darling. Until then, keep on jet setting!
In this column my master plan is to paint you a picture in words about what has happened to me in London in the past week. It could be about anything from attending a VIP party or DJing in a club to getting hummus rage or having a glass of milk before I go to bed. But above all I aim for this to be a darn good, down to earth look at London from my perspective.
In order to make these articles as exciting as possible I shall endeavour to reach as far into my memory of things I have done and attempt to explain them as vividly as Wilfred Owen did WW1, albeit without the pathos. As it happens this week has been rather action packed. Started in a Hollywood-style fashion with an interview with Tim Bevan, the CEO and founder of Working Title Films, the people who brought us some quintessentially – I hate that word – British films like Four Weddings and a Funeral, Bridget Jones’ Diary, Love Actually, Billy Elliot and of course Shaun of the Dead. Walking into the central London offices of Working Title Films felt something like what you might expect when walking into MI6 HQ; British and proud of it. I was interviewing him for my old school magazine, as he was an ex-pupil. Considering how influential this man has been to British and global cinema over the years I was struck by his humility and modesty. An extremely cool dude.
On the way back from the interview with Tim, I was walking down Marylebone High Street when I saw a Waitrose sign gleaming like a mirage in the urban desert. So I pop in to buy some general groceries, Smash included – we’ll get to that some other time – when I saw a two for one offer on hummus.
Waitrose by the way, unbeknown to many is in fact cheaper and a much better shopping experience than any other supermarket. So looking at this two for one offer on hummus I feel an anger and rage building up inside me because I swear when I was in Sainsbury’s the other day it was spelt ‘houmous’. This brings me to another intrigue of mine. How does one pronounce the word ‘hummus’? In every supermarket I look in it is spelt differently. We need a Cypriot or Greek to put this debate to bed once and for all. Is it pronounced hum-us? Hoo-moos? Hew-muus? Or maybe a combination of the three? I am having to have multiple glasses of milk every night to help me sleep because this debate simply haunts me.
There you have it; a small glimpse into a week with Felix, a supposed jet setter but definite go-getter. I hope you have enjoyed coming on this profound adventure with me into a world of film producers and hummus. In next week’s instalment you will be finding all about the Bluebird Café and the launch of their latest cocktail cavern, the Winter Bar, darling. Until then, keep on jet setting!