You’d think that in this, my week of publication, I would be busy signing books and so on. Well, I am, but I have left time to visit some of the local haunts in and around the Royal Borough that I used for inspiration in Naked in Knightsbridge.
As cliché as it sounds, Harrods Foodhall is always my first stop when on the prowl for that tastiest of morsels – Ladurée macaroons. Indulging in the sweet things in where Jools was when Mrs Pho’s house burnt down. Despite the fact that an obsession with the fantastic French fancies is clearly bad for your waistline and wallet, I continue to snub caution with my rather large derrière and visit regularly.
Another little lovely is Hummingbird in Old Brompton Road, where the cupcakes are to die for (and considering the roadworks happening on Brompton Road, you might nearly do so as you try to avoid the buses that have been temporarily re-routed down the narrow road).
Now, if you wander away from Humingbird towards Carluccios (also a few yummy cakey-type things therein plus brilliant hot chocolates), and follow Pelham Street, you might find yourself at Ben’s Cookies. I did not discover these delights until Jools was put to bed (so to speak), but now that I have they might need to make a guest appearance in Marrying Out of Money.
But Kensington also holds it own where cupcakes are concerned. The Buttercup Cake Shop in St Alban’s Grove is a little nook crammed with heavenly yummies – it was here Jools make a couple of pitstops before visiting Mel. Mel’s flat is located just around the corner, but the best news about Buttercup is that after scoffing down a few hundred cupcakes, you can ease your guilt by drowning it at the Builder’s Arms across the road.
That’s it for now, back to signing those copies for Prospera. By the way, you get a book signed by me if you order from Prospera Publishing's website before Christmas.
As the publisher says, ‘. . .get Naked, you know you want to!’
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Thursday 3 December 2009
Greetings lovers of chick-lit and cake
You’d think that in this, my week of publication, I would be busy signing books and so on. Well, I am, but I have left time to visit some of the local haunts in and around the Royal Borough that I used for inspiration in Naked in Knightsbridge.
As cliché as it sounds, Harrods Foodhall is always my first stop when on the prowl for that tastiest of morsels – Ladurée macaroons. Indulging in the sweet things in where Jools was when Mrs Pho’s house burnt down. Despite the fact that an obsession with the fantastic French fancies is clearly bad for your waistline and wallet, I continue to snub caution with my rather large derrière and visit regularly.
Another little lovely is Hummingbird in Old Brompton Road, where the cupcakes are to die for (and considering the roadworks happening on Brompton Road, you might nearly do so as you try to avoid the buses that have been temporarily re-routed down the narrow road).
Now, if you wander away from Humingbird towards Carluccios (also a few yummy cakey-type things therein plus brilliant hot chocolates), and follow Pelham Street, you might find yourself at Ben’s Cookies. I did not discover these delights until Jools was put to bed (so to speak), but now that I have they might need to make a guest appearance in Marrying Out of Money.
But Kensington also holds it own where cupcakes are concerned. The Buttercup Cake Shop in St Alban’s Grove is a little nook crammed with heavenly yummies – it was here Jools make a couple of pitstops before visiting Mel. Mel’s flat is located just around the corner, but the best news about Buttercup is that after scoffing down a few hundred cupcakes, you can ease your guilt by drowning it at the Builder’s Arms across the road.
That’s it for now, back to signing those copies for Prospera. By the way, you get a book signed by me if you order from Prospera Publishing's website before Christmas.
As the publisher says, ‘. . .get Naked, you know you want to!’
As cliché as it sounds, Harrods Foodhall is always my first stop when on the prowl for that tastiest of morsels – Ladurée macaroons. Indulging in the sweet things in where Jools was when Mrs Pho’s house burnt down. Despite the fact that an obsession with the fantastic French fancies is clearly bad for your waistline and wallet, I continue to snub caution with my rather large derrière and visit regularly.
Another little lovely is Hummingbird in Old Brompton Road, where the cupcakes are to die for (and considering the roadworks happening on Brompton Road, you might nearly do so as you try to avoid the buses that have been temporarily re-routed down the narrow road).
Now, if you wander away from Humingbird towards Carluccios (also a few yummy cakey-type things therein plus brilliant hot chocolates), and follow Pelham Street, you might find yourself at Ben’s Cookies. I did not discover these delights until Jools was put to bed (so to speak), but now that I have they might need to make a guest appearance in Marrying Out of Money.
But Kensington also holds it own where cupcakes are concerned. The Buttercup Cake Shop in St Alban’s Grove is a little nook crammed with heavenly yummies – it was here Jools make a couple of pitstops before visiting Mel. Mel’s flat is located just around the corner, but the best news about Buttercup is that after scoffing down a few hundred cupcakes, you can ease your guilt by drowning it at the Builder’s Arms across the road.
That’s it for now, back to signing those copies for Prospera. By the way, you get a book signed by me if you order from Prospera Publishing's website before Christmas.
As the publisher says, ‘. . .get Naked, you know you want to!’
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