boy about town

winter in london = misery. thankfully, the summer - if it arrives - transforms the grumpy-lazy-londoninium-beast into a the-world’s-premier-party-city. we recently had the first amazing sunny weekend in london. in response, i organised an impromptu-sangria-from-noon-to-midnight-patio-party for a few of the balham-babes and friends.

the next day was spent swaning around wandsworth common, lying in the sun and bumping into gordon ramsey.

one of the most glorious weekends in london ever.

piero at dexters - where gordon was also eating (can you see luc playing softball on the common?)

a london skyline, wandsworth common

 le patio party at mon maison

piero invited me to spend christmas 08 at his home on the mediterranean isle of sardinia. his warning before i came: ‘save yourself, don’t eat all day’. he wasn’t wrong. his mamma and pappa are top cooks and fed me, fed me and fed me some more. ham off the bone, local bread, olives, artichokes, panettone, ravioli, capsicum filled with tuna, spit-roast goat, ricotta balls, almond tarts, fresh fruit, local cheese, one or two bottles of vino and more more more.

snaps to my italian christmas.snaps to my italian christmas.   

snaps to christmas sardinian-style 

 santa gave us stockings

being shown the town - marta, piero and andrea 

 uncle frank getting the singing started