Piece of Me #3: If your stomach is rumbling...

Wander away from London’s bustling Oxford Street into chic Marylebone and you’ll find a real gem. Cafe Luc offered a delicious value for money three course set menu, the flavours of which were just as tasty as the price- just what one needs after a day of shopping which has exhausted the credit card and the feet alike. On arrival, the diners were sparse amongst the great expanse of elegant decor, but as the evening went on willing diners gradually filtered in. A delicate portion of duck terrine with foie gras followed by fresh mackerel stuffed with rich tomato, red pepper, and onion left my guest and I satisfied and intrigued for what desert might offer. A unique ‘Nutella’ crème brulee did not disappoint, and really complimented what was an honest and uncomplicated three course menu.
However, despite an expansive wine list, the bottle of red we chose to accompany our dinner was lacking the depth and intensity of the food we savoured which was a real shame. Service was prompt, the staff were attentive and friendly. We left feeling satisfied by the adequate portion sizes, and smug that we had stumbled, by chance, upon such a fine brasserie.

Piece of Me #2: Dreams: A Date with Destiny or Deceptive Delusions?

Our worries and fears are often manifested through our dreams. Our subconscious works tirelessly during those crucial 8 hours of shuteye and we are habitually confused over the meanings or significance of what happens whilst we slumber. But are dreams truly reflective of your inner thoughts and desires? Are they accurate indications of things to come?
According to official statistics, on average, we have approximately 36 dreams every night.
A friend of mine dreamt of a plane crashing into her family home the night of the September 11th attack in 2001. Indisputably more than a coincidence. Clearly, I am not suggesting that those recurring dreams involving you and Brad Pitt or Megan Fox are indicative of a blossoming future relationship (Sorry to let you down...) But those midnight visions that are closer to home which feature familiar faces, places, and events surely have some innate connection to reality. They must mean something, or else why would they frequent our sleepy minds?
Should we be more perceptive to the messages communicated through our dreams? Should they be recognised as a guiding force not to be reckoned with, or are they merely trivial optimisms unlikely to materialise?
Ever had a dream come true? No? Me neither.

Piece of Me #1: Class of 2010, Mission: Impossible?

Here begins the education of life. As one in a multitude of twenty-somethings freshly emerging from a flourishing career in lie-ins, coffee dates and hangovers, the class of 2010 graduates are by no means prepared for the real world. Having recently received degree results, (I, alongside many other of my companions have become part of the ‘clever but not square club’,) the world is our oyster. Or at least it should be. The class of 2010 find themselves halted in their tracks. Less hot to trot, and more hot under the collar a clear path for the class of 2010 seems tenuous. The age old question “What Now?” incessantly posed by relatives at family gatherings and university lecturers alike is met with shrugged shoulders and a anxious glaze. The guarantee of employment at the end of a degree is, for the majority of us, no longer a reality. (Cue harks of “It wasn’t like that in our day” from aforementioned relatives.) But fear not. Good things come to those who wait. We all have values and qualities which will see us through eventually. Stay optimistic. Enjoy the freedom while you can. And when the time comes- start at the bottom of the career ladder... and I’ll meet you at the top.