Pub love

We arrived in Kentish Town in the spring of 2012 with one simple aim; take an ailing and decrepit old local boozer and bring it back to life. After undergoing a tough, boot-camp style selection process, we finally got the news that we’d been chosen to take the lease on The Grafton, a sorry pub…

Songs From The Archives

I recently found a long-forgotten email account, in which I discovered rafts of equally long-forgotten recordings. Having spent a nostalgic afternoon revisiting them all, I thought I’d share a few favourites with you. Here & Now – Demo Slave – Radio Live Session Sing For Me – Demo So Nice – Radio Live Session Hey Ya – Outkast Cover, The…

Renovating The Nest – Lounge

During our three months of insanity we were – amongst many, many things – renovating our very first home. As anyone who knows me well will attest, interiors are a huge source of fascination and delight for me, so this project gave me the most amazing scope to have a go at my first ever start-to-finish…

Renovating The Nest – Kitchen

In a year that featured a number of landmark life events, 2015 was when Joel and I finally took a step onto the property ladder. On only our second property viewing, we knew we’d found our nest. A lovely – albeit unloved – flat in a converted Victorian terrace in Kentish Town. Having lived in the…

The Gipsy Queen

With our first baby The Grafton well and truly grown up, Joel and I had been looking for another project to get stuck into for a while. My brother Aidan, who’s been working with us from day one, really needed a new challenge and was being completely crippled by London rents, so a new pub to move into with…

Silly Season

I noticed it has been a couple of, er, years (years?) since my last blog post so thought I’d venture back into the realm of writing things down. Here goes… So in what I’m pretty sure will live on as the most ludicrously stressful three months OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, I went through some fairly life-changing projects…

So I opened a pub…

My partner and I bought a filthy run down boozer in North London a few months ago. It was the kind of place that most people were too scared to venture into, where a pint only cost £2.50, but left you sick as a dog; where mice and ants and mould and slime were at…