There’s something about the first faltering steps of Spring that set the heart soaring. The long, dark, night is coming to an end. There’s a bluish tint to the dawn, which means that although the halcyon days of hazy, lazy Summer afternoons is not close yet, it’s becoming more of a reality day by day.
Spending a week away in Havana with El Jeffe got us thinking. Just like anything else in this wonderful, rich, varied existence we lead, people have their preferences, their idiosyncracies, their quirks and personalities.
It’s not very British to blow your own trumpet. In fact, it’s frowned upon, although maybe not quite so much as it once was. Today, after all, is the age of boasting what you’re up to on Instagram; having selfies with ‘celebs’; humble bragging about your charity work; making sure the world knows what you had for breakfast on Facebook. It’s enough to make one shudder.
The Silly Season is upon us, when families across the country are packed into under-sized suitcases and inappropriate motor vehicles and whisked away on holiday. The Great British holiday may not be the ice cream, kiss-me-quick-hat, hanky-on-head extravaganza it once was, as more and more of us choose to catch our sunburn abroad.
Laurence was recently inspired when smoking the Cohiba Majestuosos which garnered his personal best longest ash. You can watch the video below (apologies for the quality, but our main camera failed on us). It’s the first time we’ve ever seen him overwhelmed by a cigar and it makes for pretty captivating viewing! What Laurence is suggesting […]