With over eight million people living in London and plenty of those yet to find love, you’d have thought it wouldn’t be too hard to bump into that special someone. Speaking on behalf of the singletons however, with the bouquets, chocolates and soppy Facebook statuses of Valentine’s Day still a recent and painful memory, this logic is cold comfort. With bars, clubs and social activities failing to solve the heartache of many, huge numbers are now turning to the Internet to solve their problems.
Online dating was once thought of in the same vein as Facebook stalking a crush or singing on the toilet. It was something no one admitted to, yet many did. With the advent of apps and the mobile age however, everything has changed. Apps have given the lonely hearts of London love at their fingertips, free and unconstrained (or at least so they would have us believe). Apps such as Tinder and Plenty of Fish have found a huge following among the 18-30 year olds of the capital, free to use, integrated with social media and full of likeminded young, attractive singletons.
Tinder ranks highly in popularity here. Promising endless choice and a sophisticated matching system that pairs individuals up based on their Facebook interests. It leads with the bold claim that ‘It’s like real life, but better’. Don’t be fooled by this suspiciously science-fictionesque tag line.
For those of you unfamiliar with Tinder, the general concept is to view a set of pictures of a user, then swipe right if you like them and swipe left if you don’t, with mutual right swiping letting you chat. In theory a noble concept, but one that all too often turns into something of a cattle-market, where Tinderers fill their profile with pictures of themselves covered in animal-print body paint or stripped off to the waist and holding puppies.
One might argue that, shallow as this seems, you’re not going to want to make a life with someone who physically repulses you. Although a fair point, this doesn’t take into account the mind-numbing repetitiveness of trying to flirt with someone you’ve never met, whilst attempting to seem unique, spontaneous, interesting and funny. Almost inevitably this starts with ‘Hi, how are you?’, continues with ‘Have you been on here long?’, and finishes with some terrible attempt at humour or a request to be their friend on Facebook having never met them before.
Another disturbing trend is those in relationships who use Tinder – a surprisingly large group. Usually this is the result of some sadistic tendency to mock those less fortunate in love than themselves. Other times they openly post pictures of themselves with their other half and include ‘On here to meet friends’ in their biogs. For a dating app this is a ridiculous statement and worthy of as much derision as vegetarians visiting a steakhouse and requesting the non-meat option.
With such great risks and heartbreak seemingly at every turn, there are three important rules all online daters in the modern world must observe:
- Avoid contacting anyone who only has group shots on their profile. They’re either uncomfortable being photographed alone or are so busy having fun with their friends they won’t have time for a love interest.
- Ignore anyone starting a conversation with ‘Hey’, ‘Hey hey’ or ‘Hiya’. They clearly have nothing interesting to say about you or themselves if they can’t make a first line last more than two words.
- Always punctuate and spell correctly and avoid excessive use of emoticons. Text speak hasn’t been cool since the Nokia 3310 was all the rage and no one wants to date a halfwit.
All these pitfalls aside, Tinder does of course have its benefits – it exposes users to a huge number of others who are (usually) looking for love. In some cases this can even lead to dates, a small number of which may be successful. So yes, in this sense Tinder could be argued to be better than real life inasmuch as it provides so many options for those devoid of the ability to communicate in the real world.
However, Tinder, and online dating in general, is a risky business, largely populated by those not taking it seriously or the incredibly sexually frustrated. As such, despite the convenience of it and the huge amount of choice, in the words of Barry White ‘Love Ain’t Easy’. Serious things such as this should not be bought off the shelf like so many aspirin. It requires effort, blood, sweat and tears and, more importantly, for you to get off your phone and into the real world. Although the digital age may have brought us many useful innovations, from laser hair removal to the ability to print your own bionic ear, it has therefore yet to master the art of digital love. For those singletons out there, your search must continue. Offline.
It’s the end of January, which means that we’ve all tried to make doomed attempts at self-improvement. Some of us will have tried dry January (I lasted three days before falling into the warm and loving embrace of Oyster Bay). Others will have quit smoking (again, my best friend Marlboro Lights snuck back into my handbag after a couple of days.)
The one resolution that did stick however, wasn’t a new year’s one, but one I made when I moved to London. After years of miserably sweating away on the cross trainer, or half-heartedly following Tracey Anderson’s murderous workout DVD, I was going to find a kind of exercise that I didn’t hate.
When I got to London I realised that our offices were a ten minute walk from the Central School of Dance, which is located on Herbal Hill. I gleefully picked a class and dragged my two best friends along feeling delightfully Sex and the City (taking an exercise class with friends falls firmly into my “things real life adults do” category.)
We were struck from the moment we walked in by how exciting the atmosphere at Central is. The changing rooms are filled with tutus and pointe shoes and lithe dancer-types with perfect ballet hair milling around drinking diet cokes and talking about auditions. From the moment we arrived we were totally hooked.
I thought that adult ballet might be a bit silly. But menopausal women bounding in tutus, it really isn’t. The dancers who turn up every week are a mix of professionals who want to keep their basic skills up, ex professionals who are getting back into dance, and people who’ve never really danced before but really want to improve.
At Central our teacher David Kierce treats us like we’re in real life training, and isn’t averse to shouting “How on earth are you going to do that on the North American tour?!” when we can’t line up properly. Of course I’m never going to be a ballerina; dancers who dance professionally normally start at the age of four and go en pointe at eleven, but improving progressively and slowly are realistic goals.
Ballet burns 550 calories in a 90 minute session, which is pretty great. The main benefits that I’ve noticed have been how much more toned and flexible you become, really quite quickly. There’s also an almost immediate improvement in your posture.
Adult ballet is held at multiple different schools across London, including the Central School of Dance, City Academy and the London Russian Ballet School.
On New Year’s Day I broke my New Year’s resolution. To be completely honest, I didn’t really want to make one in the first place. Nevertheless, in the true spirit of New Year, I felt obliged and pressured into promising myself that, this year, I would give it a good go. Unfortunately just hours later I found myself watching my new Davina McCall workout DVD whilst sitting on the sofa with a box of Quality Street.
This led me to think: why do people even bother? Every 1st January millions of us vow to sacrifice something, give up a vice or change our ways purely because it’s the start of a New Year. Why do we have to wait until 1st January before announcing that we’re going to lose those 10 pounds once and for all?
Every year brands and businesses aim to cash in on the New Year’s resolution and we are bombarded by new product launches, gadgets and the best-ever-fat-burning-celulite-sucking-tummy-trimming-life-changing cling film wrap there’s ever been.
However in recent years many charities have also begun to realise the benefits of people’s determination to improve their own lives in some way.
Just before Christmas global power couple Beyoncé and Jay-Z announced that they were going vegan. Almost overnight going meat- and dairy-free became the most fashionable lifestyle choice anyone could possibly make. Then ‘Veganuary’ was born and, if you really want to, you can live off of leaves, lentils and tofu for an entire thirty-one days not only because it’s ‘healthy’, but because it actually raises money for a good cause. The Veganuary campaign raises money for animal charity Viva!, which campaigns against animal cruelty and promotes an entirely vegan or vegetarian world.
If you can’t quite bring yourself to give up that Saturday night steak, you can join Cancer Research UK’s ‘Dryathlon’ and become a ‘Dryalthete’ for January. Give up alcohol for the entire month and improve your own health whilst raising money for a great cause. Last year 35,000 people signed up and raised a phenomenal £4million along the way.
So the New Year’s resolution can most definitely serve a purpose and be beneficial to thousands or even millions of people, making my own efforts look, quite frankly, pretty dismal. Visit www.veganuary.com or www.dryathlon.org to find out more about how you can get involved or, if you’re like me, maybe just try again next year.
It’s officially 2014, people. But before we look forward to what this year has to offer, it’s only apt to take a look back at the weird and wonderful trends that commanded the most column inches in 2013. Read on to discover the biggest and best crazes of 2013 that in some cases we’ll be looking forward to saying a not-so-fond farewell to in 2014…
Twerking/ Cyrus Virus
Forget Gangnam Style and Psy, 2013 will be remembered as the year Miley Cyrus twerked her way to global domination. Thanks to Miley Cyrus’s epic routine at the MTV VMAs, where she donned a flesh coloured latex bikini and gyrated with Robin Thicke, twerking is now a provocative fitness craze that hands down wins the award for generating the most controversy during 2013. Tedious.
The Cronut - the result of a croissant donut hybrid - has been one of the biggest food sensations of 2013. Invented by chef Dominique Ansel for his bakery in New York City, the high demand and limited supply of the Cronut has spawned a black market with scalpers buying them for $5 and selling them for up to $100 each.
Most recently this phenomenon for hybrid pastries has gone one step further with the creation of the hotly disputed “duffin” – a donut-come-muffin – which hit the headlines back in October when London café, Bea’s of Bloomsbury, took on coffee giant Starbucks over the ownership of the concept of the “duffin”.
The year of the Selfie
When the Oxford Dictionary declares something to be its word of the year, you know it’s a big deal, and for 2013 Selfie was that word. Our Twitter and Instagram feeds were filled with people – both celeb types and us ordinary folk – taking pictures of themselves pouting, sticking out tongues, turning side on and generally just loving the camera, all whilst waiting for people to like their posts and send nice comments their way. What started as a few harmless pictures soon turned into a worldwide phenomenon with wallflower Rihanna leading the way. Kim Kardashian took the trend one step further when she unleashed her post-baby body onto the world by posing in a tiny white bikini and coining the term “Belfie” which was then copied by the likes of Kelly Brook (yeah, because we really need to see more of her body).
The Harlem Shake
A popular style of hip-hop dance (more like a mass convulsive dance) that exploded onto our screens and took the internet by storm in the early half of the year. The viral dance craze - which has sparked over 100,000 imitations - hit the 1 billion view mark on 24th March 2013, just 40 days after its first upload. To put this in perspective – that’s apparently half the time it took for Gangnam Style to hit the same number of views.
Candy Crush Saga
For many of us, playing the sweet themed game of Candy Crush has helped pass many a boring train journey, waiting for a friend or even passing time during a dull meeting and it seems like the world was in agreement with this as the game was the most downloaded free app of 2013 according to Apple. Launched at the end of 2012 the game has been played a huuuuge 150 billion times – although not by me. And there are no signs of its popularity dropping any time soon with developers revealing they plan to add updates to their game two or three times a week to keep people interested..
Where will the next phenomenon come from? What will it be? Who knows, but here’s to embracing all the weird and wonderful crazes of 2014… but please no more references to Miley and twerking!
Three months ago I left my leafy suburb for the big city. A ‘fresh graduate’ (a term I’m using deliberately to reflect my inexperience) with everything to play for. Not only was I keen to kick-start my career, I was going after the London lifestyle that I had envisioned having post-uni for so long. Fast forward three weeks and I’m already having difficulties with the commute. I mean the cold weather and regular delays aren’t great - not to mention the cost - but it’s the fellow commuters I struggle with. 8am, miserable faces panning the platform, and a far too many strangers having to stand closer to me than my girlfriend often does. And we stand quite close – you get my point. Now, I’m aware it’s one of those subjects that us Brits tend to get quite humdrum about so I won’t persist. Point is it needed to change, and quickly… So I bought a bike.
So day 1 with my wheels, my housemate and I hit the road. My mate happens to be one of those super-self-righteous cyclists that believes bikes are the route to world peace and spends half his life riding around town. I frequently banter him for it but now I’d become the joke: borrowing clobber and being entirely unaware of which direction I was heading in. It’s a daunting reality as you peddle further into central London as a new cyclist, brushing shoulders with buses etc. One wrong turn and you could find yourself in a very dodgy situation. Luckily I was tailing Mark Cavendish so I was in good hands.
We pulled up at a cool café aptly named ‘Look Mum No Hands’. A trendy coffee shop + bike boutique hybrid with fresh cake and bike tools, what’s not to love? We locked up and immersed ourselves in the culture there. My mate reckons it’s all part of it, hanging out with like-minded urbanites and sharing a love for the open road. I’m inclined to agree. There’s undoubtedly a tight community among cyclists in London and you can see it a mile off—unless of course you’re blinkered by the misery of TFL’s Travel Alerts Twitter page that is—and it’s exactly what will encourage me to cycle more and should urge those who don’t to start. The choice is either all against all on the train, or all for one on the bike. Sorry to go all flower child but it’s the truth and I’m pretty sure I’ve converted. Cycling is the way forward.
It feels like a big commitment at first, stepping into the unknown maybe, especially if you’re not an experienced cyclist, but it’s a change in lifestyle that is worth every pedal (see what I did there). A fit-keeping, money-saving, stress-relieving hobby that you can do on your way to and from work is a winner if you ask me. Plus, you’re on your own watch so you can treat yourself to a bit of inner-city indulgence should you need to remind yourself of why you live in such an amazing city…
Let this be an inspiration to all you seeking your slice of ‘zen’ (total togetherness of body and mind by the way) before and after work. Sometimes when you make a big lifestyle change it’s astonishing how ridiculous what you did previously seems when you look back.
As areas of London go, Chelsea isn’t exactly new news and since the advent of a certain reality TV program it lacks the cool factor of Dalston, but, edgy or otherwise, SW3 will always hold a place in my heart.
Every Saturday the Duke of York square on the Kings Road plays host to the perfect food market. Not too big nor too small, the stalls are spilling with everything imaginable from sushi to chutney, not forgetting the cookies and fudge that we couldn’t resist. We wandered the market, shamelessly eating samples from every single stall (my apologies to the chorizo man. Our self control failed us.)
We definitely didn’t eat any of this. None. At all. Promise.
Truffle honey proved my theory thateverything is better with truffle, the brownie stall required three repeat trips, and my friends amused themselves whilst I practically cried at how hot some of the salsas were.
Our longsuffering cookie supplier, cutting cookies into thirds for us to share.
Eventually I caved on my resolution to exclusively nibble on samples and bought the most delicious chorizo and mozzarella salad that I’ve ever eaten. Shamefully we decided that we were too full for the cultured section of our plan (the Saatchi gallery) and headed to Mess, the Saatchi bar and café instead.
Set in a courtyard by the gallery, Mess is the perfect people watching spot for sartorial magpies. Pretty much anyone who walks past could have just been photographed by Scott Schuman and the level of Chanel bag envy that we experienced was nearly unbearable. Whilst the menu at Mess might be a bit of a stretch for our postgrad budgets, their wine list is very reasonable and the Pinto Grigio is perfect.
Mess, after a quick downpour (well it is London after all)
Later we found ourselves unable to resist a quick look around the adjacent Zara (the best Zara in London in my humble opinion) where we topped things off with the obligatory siting of a Made in Chelsea cast member, complete with sunglasses indoors, small dog and very grumpy expression.
What has happened to Britain’s dance culture? There once was a time when the youth up and down the country would unite to dance in an outpour of raw emotion that superseded all social barriers. And not just dancing, but dancing with each other – windmills, shoulder spins and all. Granted, this may actually only have been a reality in the world of Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey, but my point stands. No one dances properly anymore.
Ever since I’ve been old enough to go to nightclubs, the dancing is usually a sad state of affairs not a million miles away from school discos, with boys and girls dancing in their own little circles and interaction being spontaneous, brief and not a little awkward. At some point in the last few decades, ‘cool’ somehow got in the way and effectively killed disco. Spins and swings were replaced by a dubious range of alternatives such as ‘the shrug’, ‘the slouch’ and the ‘stand perfectly still because you’re too cool to dance’ dance. Needless to say, it’s a lot harder to enjoy dancing with people when moving at all isn’t in vogue.
Miley Cyrus hasn’t helped this situation either. Her recent performance at the Video Music Awards has been one of the worst things to emerge from the pop music machine since One Direction and Justin Bieber and is a far cry from the Hannah Montana we all know and love.
As a consequence, the twerk is now sweeping across the world which – having been the victim of this recently myself I can say without a shadow of a doubt – has done nothing to improve dancefloor antics. It rather just served to leave me feeling confused and slightly violated for the rest of the night, mainly because there is no appropriate response for being twerked on. With the twerkee rendered impotent, it’s merely a more uncomfortable version of ‘the shrug’ and ‘the slouch’. Dances such as this do a service to no one.
Nonetheless, I’d still like to think that all is not completely lost. The music video has been invaluable in keeping people’s feet moving and YouTube has given certain iconic dances a new lease of life on the popular music scene. No longer are cheesy pop and the Macarena the only defenders of group dance, but a whole host of songs from the last 10-15 years that even the coolest among us can’t resist joining in with are now flying the flag.
Although still some way from the glory days of the discotheque, it’s a step in the right direction. Back in 2007, ‘Crank That (Soulja Boy)’ produced one of the best known dance routines in recent history as well as becoming the first dance ever to go viral on YouTube the first song to sell over 3m digital copies in the US. Similarly, last year Gangnam Style was the first video on YouTube to pass one billion views and remains the most watched video of all time (thankfully beating Bieber into second place).
This just goes to show how much we still enjoy bouncing around the dancefloor in complete abandon. Regardless of whether it’s considered ‘cool’, if a song in Korean that revolves around riding an imaginary horse can entertain so many people and fill dancefloors the world over, there is hope for us all yet.
So October is here and it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Here at GR towers we’re looking forward to getting involved however we can in both a personal and professional capacity.
We have learnt a great deal about the fantastic work Breakthrough Breast Cancer do and the significant contributions they make to vital breast cancer research since we starting working for them in August. They currently fund almost 25% of breast cancer research in the UK which includes funding more than 270 scientists in the Breakthrough Breast Cancer Research Centre and two research units in Manchester and London. With a key focus on developing a deeper understanding of the disease, they also campaign to ensure that women receive the best diagnostic services available, as well as the correct treatment to ensure the best chances of surviving the disease.
More and more women are being diagnosed with breast cancer and educating women to recognise warning signs and seeking treatment as soon as possible is ever more important. It is for these reasons and many more that we are so keen to do our part to help fund their life-saving research.
On 18 October as part of Breast Cancer Awareness Month Breakthrough is encouraging budding bakers across the UK to host their very own GREAT PINK BAKE OFF in aid of Breakthrough Breast Cancer. So, if you need an excuse to liven up the office, have something to look forward to at school or simply have some fun with friends, why not put your culinary skills to the test for this amazing cause.
Everyone at Good Relations Life is dusting off their aprons and getting ready to give cancer a good beating as we prepare for our company-wide Great Pink Bake Off. With just over a week to prepare, the competition is already heating up to find our star baker.
I have been looking for a little baking inspiration and thought I’d share some of amazing bakes I came across to help get you started.
In honour of this great city’s recent fashion week extravaganza I’m dedicating this week’s blog to London Fashion Week. I feel I’m pretty qualified to write about this – I mean, I flick through Vogue occasionally (until I get bored of skipping through adverts) and I rocked my fur gilet before Sienna Miller (circa 2004)
I do enjoy fashion week, maybe more for the celeb spotting than anything else and the random couplings that seem to crop up– Harry Styles obviously uses it as excuse to get even more women’s numbers – although some of the outfits spotted on the front row (or ‘FROW’ as those in the know, I think, call it) were questionable. I mean, it’s FASHION week people…it implies you need you to think about what you’re wearing.
I could run down the looks I liked best, although I guess that wouldn’t be as fun, so in honour of our weird and wacky designers I’ve counted down the top 5 bizarre looks that I can’t quite see catching on any time soon. Unless it’s fancy dress.
1) Sister by Sibling – I mean I’m not surprised she’s hiding her face. You can make your own version of this by cutting up your rug or throw and then attaching some cotton wool on the end
2) Belle Sauvage – I’m all for a bit of headwear to brighten up an outfit but I’m not sure what the model on the left is wearing is quite London appropriate – I can just see it getting stuck in tube doors for example
3) KTZ – Maybe not the most safe of accessories – I mean you may be protecting your eyes but could quite easily poke someone else’s out with these ram horn style embellishments. Can’t see Specsavers placing an order for these any time soon
4) Central Saint Martins – And don’t think fashion week just affects the ladies because it doesn’t. I guess we may have all borrowed our boyfriend’s clothes at one time or another – hoodies, t-shirts etc- but when it starts working the other way I guess it’s time to worry. Especially when it’s your fishnets
So September is here and it is officially autumn. Ok so last week’s ‘mini-heat wave’ hasn’t made anyone feel particularly autumnal or chilly but, sorry Florence, the dark days are definitely not over.
I feel London suits winter more than summer. As a nation and a city we love to have a good scowl and moan and luckily for us our weather allows for this for nine months of a year, ideal! So to celebrate the turning of the seasons here are a couple events everyone can appreciate:
Fashion week: This doesn’t ever take place in summer, why? Because September and February are just better. But seriously for one week the capital is full of fashionistas clutching iPads and showing us mere mortals without tickets what is hot and what is not for SS14
Rugby season: Ok this is a massive contrast to my number one but the rugby season is ace. This weekend saw the kick-off of the season with the traditional double header at Twickenham. This basically meant a good excuse to drink warmish beer and tuck into a borewors roll (for all those South Africans out there Twickenham is a borewors haven on match day). Also tickets for the Arriva Premiership are reasonable and with four London based clubs we’re in for 8 months of scrummaging fun!
1. Fashion: Yup this may be similar to point number one but autumn fashion allows us all to rekindle our love affair with boots, coats and jackets. Most of my favourite outfits are winter lead. Also socks! How feet rejoice across the country when the Havaianas are put away.
Winter food: Hoorah our tummies rejoice! In September it’s suddenly ok again for restaurants to take boring salads off the menu and bring back pork belly, duck breast and fruity sauces mmmmm yum
The Tube: this has to be on here. No it isn’t ever pleasant, but from September to April it’s a darn side nicer to use!
So here’s to the evenings getting darker, leaves turning colour and winter looming!