My online writing has often been built around the fact I am single. I have taken money from Jane Pratt to advertise the fact I am single here andhere. I have written about being single on Squeamish Bikini so many times I don't think I even dare to do a quick search through the archives (although you should - many a happy hour has been lost doing such a thing). However by now you may, dear reader, be thinking 'well why don't you bloody well do something about it?' Well reader, while I don't like your tone I have to tell you that I did. And in East London of all places, at Manero's for  Speakeasy Sitting Room

I love a good historical romp, and The Alchemist of Souls doesn't disappoint. Set in an alternate Elizabethan history, where a race of beings known as Skraylings have voyaged to England from the New World, and are grudgingly welcomed for their advanced technologies, while shunned as witches for the very same reasons.

A seemingly down-on-his-luck nobleman, Mal is the son of a British ambassador, with more sword skills than you can thrust a rapier at. He is pressed into service as bodyguard for the Skrayling ambassador, and yet his reticence to serve seems to run deeper than the usual distrust of strangers.

I have been watching Jennifer Saunders off the teleovision on the teleovision since I was 11 or 12 and became aware of Absolutely Fabulous. I was then introduced to Jennifer Saunders as the straight woman in a double act, via a video (yes I possibly am old) my aunt gave to my mum of French and Saunders. And it's been love ever since. So when I was asked to review the audiobook of the official Jennifer Saunders memoirs Bonkers: My Life in Laughs on Audible.com for Squeamish Bikini I was probably the most stoked I have been about this site since I got a free packet of popcorn at a launch last week.

If you haven't already got the idea that this review is going to be gushing then allow me to be clear. My only criticism of this book is Jennifer Saunders off the teleovision's mispronunciation of "wrath."

Short listed for Museum of the Year 2013 Horniman Museum and Gardens sits pretty on the top of what I can only assume is the hill referred to in the London area of Forest Hill. While birds, bunnies and alpacas roam in the garden outside the beautifully mosaic building, there are plenty more feathered and furred friends housed inside. The time warp curiosity that is the Natural History Gallery dares you to stare into the glass eyes of still and silent creatures, the biggest being in the collection is the famous overstuffed walrus. Somehow these dead animals are more intriguing than the very cute and alive pygmy goats on the hillside animal walk.