Back in August, I decided that Will and I should splash out on a nice meal out at The Clove Club because
it was a celebration, anniversary, any form of special occasion, I’d heard some great things about it and really wanted to go, cuing one of the most unintentionally extravagant nights out I’ve had since moving to London.
5 course menu, yes. Great bottle of wine, of course. After drink cocktails in the local hipster hotel? Sure.
It’s given me a taste of what it must be like to live like a cast member of Made in Chelsea but without the pretentiousness. Don’t make me leave this lifestyle, I can’t go back.