If you could transplant the hearts face emoji onto humans, then the crowd at the Old Vic last night would have radiated red, pulsating love for Noel Coward’s Present Laughter. That’s because Andrew Scott was in the house, having recently traded in his cassocks from Fleabag, for a much more jazzy, art-deco inspired wardrobe in
Listen up. You think “betrayal” on a trip means your best friend ditching you for a new hookup in Barcelona. Wrong. That’s a minor inconvenience, maybe a friendship adjustment. Real travel betrayal hits deeper. It’s the guide who vanishes with your cash, the new “friend” who lifts your wallet, or the booking platform that ghosts
As a young Parisienne, I would dream of floating across the Channel to London’s rooftops in the company of a sooty Bert and his Mary Poppins. Pan and Tinker Bell would whisk me over to Big Ben in the blink of a sleepy eye, and for breakfast, I would make marmalade sandwiches with Paddington Bear.