Sunday, 1 March 2015

February 2015: This month I have mostly been...

Feeling: Backlogged

So much to do, so little time in February. I blame it on the fact that February is a short month. I'll definitely be making the most of March and those extra three days. I have lots of photos to go through from the past few weeks and I'm looking forward to sharing them.

Reading: Nothing

I've had a busy month at work and I must admit that after a day of going through documents and reading work-related things I tend to just collapse at home in front of the TV and watch all sorts of trashy stuff, very bad, but sometimes it's what you need.

Watching: The Good Wife

Oh I love this show so much and I love that I get to tune into a brand new episode every Thursday at the moment. Really well written female-driven shows tend to be few and far between and The Good Wife is one of them. If you haven't seen it, do buy the box sets and binge watch, it's fantastic!

Coveting: Beautiful skin

I have always been lucky with my skin, when I was a teenager everyone else around me was breaking out and I was clear skinned (don't get me wrong, I wasn't one of those people who sailed my teenage years without being awkward at all, it's just that acne wasn't a problem I had), that continued through my adulthood. I got the odd spot here and there but considering that I barely ate a vegetable, hardly drank any water and had no skin regime to speak of, I did pretty well. Up until the last few months I was still going to bed with all my make up on and just removed the remnants in the morning with a bit of mascara. So lazy but, like I said, my skin was never a problem. However, in the past few months I've noticed little bumps or blotches that I know weren't there when I was eighteen and I long for that beautiful glow of youth I had back then. I basically want Oscar winner skin. I have a feeling it takes more money and time than I have at the moment, but maybe something to consider in the near future. Any recommendations gratefully accepted.

Planning: Nothing in the next few weeks

After my weekend in Paris this weekend I don't have any travel plans booked until September (boo) so I can get my Diploma work done and exam out of the way. I have a few days in Lisbon and Sintra booked for then and I'm really looking forward to it. In the immediate future I have nothing planned though in terms of travel. RCA Secret will be the biggest thing to happen to me in March and I can't wait. I've finally bought sleeping bags this year after a few years of making do with blankets and a duvet. I'll be a pro at this urban camping thing soon.

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Sunday, 22 February 2015

Cake School at Konditor & Cook

It's funny that I only recently wrote about my education and then along came an opportunity to expand my skills in a way I hadn't considered before by spending a night enrolled at Cake School. But this wasn't just any cake school, this was an icing lesson with deservedly legendary bakers Konditor & Cook.

I have loved Konditor & Cook for a while now, ever since I started frequenting KERB on a Thursday lunch time at the Gherkin. There's a branch of Konditor & Cook at the base of the Gherkin and so tempted by the sweet treats in their window I popped in and picked myself up a Fudgepacker Brownie. When my boyfriend bought me one of Konditor & Cook's signature Curly Whirly cakes to celebrate our six year anniversary (see here) I was definitely hooked. If you haven't been there, do pop in, everything is fantastic.

Last Wednesday I was invited down to their Cake School to learn the tricks of their trade along with a host of other bloggers:

Emma of Bloomzy
Ferren of artcream
Gloria of Sweet Chili
Tea of Tea was here
and last but, of course, not least, Jesse of Hecticophilia 

Upon arrival at their Waterloo Cake School venue, we were greeted by the lovely Laure, our instructor extraordinaire for the night and we were quickly made to feel welcome with tumblers of wine and trays of treats (Konditor & Cook, of course). We donned aprons and assembled ourselves around a table laden with pots of gorgeously vibrant coloured icing.

We watched as Laure showed us how to manipulate greaseproof paper into piping bags. I had assumed that they would use plastic bags and fancy nozzles to create their beautifully iced cakes but they don't, it's just regular greaseproof paper. Laure made it look easy but I was very much fingers and thumbs trying to curl my paper into the cone shape, everyone else had about five little cones made before I had two completed.

Of course, the next stage was filling my precariously put together cones. With a few tricks and tips from Laure, I managed to get some icing into my bags and we were shown how to hold our little bags of icing and pipe something. 

Laure showed us how to pipe hearts, flowers and the Konditor & Cook two-tone writing. She also showed us how to ice hair for gingerbread men - a skill that Tea used to amazing effect on a hipster gingerbread man's beard.

We were then set loose on our own biscuits and gingerbread men and it was fantastic too see the creativity - from a tuxedo clad gingerbread man from V.A to Reema's fantastically intricate and detailed bikini babe of a gingerbread woman I was bowled over by the talent and creativity of the other ladies there.

Once we'd proved our worth on biscuits, whole Curly Whirly cakes were placed in front of each of us and we were given free rein to do what we wanted with them. Before I set off for Cake School, I'd done some googling for inspiration and was all set to try something inspired by this fabric before quickly realising that it maybe wasn't something my beginner skills were up to and so, with black and yellow coloured icing next to me, downscaling my plans to something simpler.

All too soon the fantastic evening we had was coming to a close and our treats were packed up in boxes for us to take home as we all assembled for a group picture.

And my design? It was a swarm of stripy bees. Or at least they're supposed to be bees, my colleagues seemed less convinced when I took half of the cake into work, so I dubbed them GM bees instead. I also only noticed when I got home that one bee was missing a wing - oops! So much for that all important 'attention to detail' that's on my CV.

We were sent home with enough sweet treats to sink a battleship, along with a copy of the Konditor & Cook recipe book so that we can bake our own and get some icing practice in at home.

If you fancy trying it out for yourself (it was a great evening), you can find their list of classes here.

The class was provided on a complimentary basis but the views expressed here are my own unbiased opinions. Thanks Konditor & Cook!

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Saturday, 21 February 2015

Sutton and Sons open at Boxpark

I've written before about Boxpark in Shoreditch when I wrote about my visit to Bunnychow a year ago. Well, Bunnychow opened their own permanent place in Soho a few months ago and consequently left their Boxpark unit a few weeks ago.

As one business leaves, more must take their place. Although rather than using Boxpark as a step up from street food (as Bunnychow did) the latest Boxpark residents, Sutton and Sons have done the reverse. They already have an established fish restaurant in Stoke Newington which has been open since 2010 and is situated opposite their own fishmongers and so their expansion to a six month pop-up unit at Boxpark (which opened earlier this week) just brings their food to a whole new audience in East London.

Their opening was conveniently timed as this week is apparently National Chip Week (running from 16 to 22 February). So what better time was there to visit and try out their food?

Kitted out simply their container unit has every hallmark of a proper chippy, thankfully without the grease that I tend to find in a lot of chippies. We particularly loved their sign shaped like a big wooden chip fork. 

On their menu more unusual offerings such as monkfish and a lobster sub, augment a selection of fish and chip shop staples like cod, scampi and battered sausages.

We went for good old standards - cod and chips for me and fish cake and chips for my boyfriend. Their fish is all responsibly sourced and fried in groundnut oil. Rather than a thin flimsy fillet cased in a puffed up batter, this is a chunky loin of cod in a batter with real substance. The chips aren't greasy at all and Sutton and Sons aren't stingy with their portions.

My boyfriend's fish cakes were filled with a combination of cod, haddock and mustard which gave them a great flavour, unlike fish cakes from most fish and chip shops and restaurants that I've tried before.

Sutton and Sons might not be paying homage to their new East End home by selling jellied eels, but what these new Shoreditch (c)hipsters are doing is great fish and chips in generous portions for really reasonable prices. Pop down for lunch or a quick dinner. Plus, if you go this weekend you get free chips with every fish in honour of National Chip Week.

Find Sutton and Sons upstairs at Boxpark, their opening hours are Monday to Saturday 12pm - 10pm and Sunday 12pm - 9pm.

Our food and drink were provided on a complimentary basis but the views expressed here are my own unbiased opinions. Thanks Sutton and Sons!

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Sunday, 15 February 2015

Sampling the new menu at Le Menar

Whenever I return home for a visit and my family ask what I've been up to and I regale them with the things I've been up to in the evenings or at the weekend, I am invariably asked whether I could imagine being anywhere other than London now. The answer is no. In truth, even before I moved here, even when I was living and working in other cities, I knew that I couldn't really see myself anywhere else. Part of the appeal is that so much of the world is present in London and it's pervasive through the culture and also food on offer here. I might not yet have convinced my boyfriend that a mini-break in Morocco would be amazing (I'm not sure why but he remains unconvinced) but I can at least spend a few hours in chic surroundings in Fitzrovia getting a taste of Morocco. On Thursday night I spent my evening doing just that at the press launch for Le Menar.

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Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia

Le Menar is a smallish space (45 covers) lined with cushion strewn banquettes, little stools and gold Moroccan style tables and it has an intimate feel. The restaurant is almost split into three sections, the front area by the window for being seen, the back of the ground floor for getting cosy and whiling away the evening deep in conversation and the mezzanine for private dining or just surveying everything that's going on below.

It really is typical that whenever I want or need to get away relatively on time that it is that night that everything goes a bit crazy. I ran out of the door and hopped onto a tube before running to Le Menar at the other end. We found ourselves a little space on the ground floor and I enjoyed a well deserved glass of champagne after my dash from work. As we sat and got a feel for the place, staff with plates of canapés started to circulate through the restaurant. The canapés were generally a sample of the dishes available as starters and mezze - mini kibbeh, home made Waraq Enab (stuffed vine leaves filled with rice, tomato, parsley, mint, onion and cumin), perfectly pink in the middle skewers of lamb, salmon tartare served on crispbread and hummus & wasabi topped with lamb.

Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia hummus wasabi

Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia salmon tartare

The new menu, which launched on 19 January has been created by Head Chef Vernon Samuels, and which incorporates Asian and Mediterranean twists on North African flavours, techniques and presentation. 

The menus at Le Menar includes not only a very reasonably priced lunch option (£11.95 for two courses and £14.95 for three courses) but also an a la carte menu which offers the option of either a traditional starter, main and dessert or a mezze selection of eight dishes from their extensive starters & mezzes section. 

Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia scallop

The menu features some intriguing dishes, such as lamb prosciutto and throughout the evening we were served just a few. North African food really does offer something for everyone with plenty of variety which would satisfy meat lovers, pescetarians and vegetarians alike. We sampled plump scallops with pomegranate green tomato relish and sumac panko crust, juicy lamb chops with moutabel and baby aubergine, oysters and a cod dish which packed a powerful punch.

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Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia cod

All of the dishes that we sampled were delicious but the standout dish of the night was the creme brûlée with saffron and pistachio. The super rich edge was taken off the creme brûlée by the pistachio and it transformed a familiar dish into something perfectly in keeping with the Moroccan setting. I could have happily had a casserole dish full of the stuff and still be left wanting more. Judging by the murmurs of contentment from those around me who were also happily cracking the sugar shell, I wasn't alone in that sentiment.

Le Menar London restaurant North African Moroccan food soho fitzrovia pistachio saffron creme brulee

For modern North African food with a twist located not in the shadow of a minaret, but instead the BT Tower, Le Menar is well worth a visit.

Our food and drink were provided on a complimentary basis as part of the press launch but the views expressed here are my own unbiased opinions. Thanks Le Menar and Tonic Communications!

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Sunday, 8 February 2015

On education

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” ― Oscar Wilde

Recently my mind has increasingly been dwelling on the past, in particular my time at university. I'm not sure why but I think that it's because I've been writing an essay for my Postgraduate Diploma and after ten years of not writing essays, I'm struggling to adapt to writing in a way that I haven't for the past ten years, so I'm casting my mind back to a time when it was easier, when it was something I could just do, even if I spent days sat at my desk reading and manipulating 2000+ words into carefully crafted discussion and argument.

Although I do sometimes bemoan the pile of course books that sit on my shelf and the free time I have to spend studying when I'd much rather be doing something else (or nothing at all), I know that I am very lucky to be offered the opportunity to further my knowledge and my career by (hopefully) getting this qualification.

My education is one of the things I'm the most proud of. I'm not an educational snob, I don't believe that a fistful of degrees or a wall plastered with certificates makes someone better than someone without those things, a formal higher education isn't for everyone. However, having said that, without the education I have been privileged enough to have, I wouldn't be where I am right now - either in my career, my location or my life generally.

So, with that in mind, I thought I'd so a little look back over my life in education from primary school to postgraduate (cue old photos and the occasional bit of rose-tinted nostalgia).

Primary school

I imagine most people had very similar experiences, I mean, it's primary school right? Spelling, sums,  handwriting, arts and crafts. My overwhelming memory of primary school are of moving to a new school in year 3 when we moved back home from Lincolnshire and realising that everyone else was doing joined up writing and I wasn't. I've always been lucky enough to find school easy and whilst I'm not the brightest person academically, I catch on relatively quickly and I have a decent memory which means that I've always done ok, feeling behind is not something that I particularly relish. It rectified itself soon enough but it's about the only thing I really remember.

Middle school

When I was at school our area operated a system unlike most, where you went to primary school from years 1-4, middle school from years 5-8 and upper school from year 9-12 and sixth form. I can't say that I had the easiest time in middle school. I will never understand why a culture existed in my schools and hometown which meant that if you worked hard and wanted to learn, you were different and an easy target for others. Unlike London or other cities, my hometown isn't full of people who come from privilege, those people to whom it doesn't matter if they do well because they have advantages in life that will carry them through. Education is one way to get out, to do something more and yet somehow, despite this, so many people seem content to throw away those opportunities.

Upper school

A new bigger school and the introduction of new subjects (German for one) and the streaming of key subjects together with the onslaught on those all important GCSE and A level years made school more bearable. I came away clutching a handful of certificates and that's the most important thing. Although I still have some pretty amazing friends I've held onto too, and ten years after school, that's a pretty big thing.


It's absolutely no understatement for me to say that my university years were probably the best years of my life. Although not for everyone, going to university was everything I needed and wanted. At eighteen I was ready to head out into the world and to escape my hometown which was becoming smaller and more claustrophobic by the day. The below photo was taken as I was ready to head off to university for the first time.

I'm not going to profess to having been the world's best student (or at least in the academic sense, I was fantastic at embracing student life and was ready at a moment's notice for a fancy dress party). I am terrible at learning from lectures and after literally falling asleep in one, I quickly abandoned them in favour of buying all the necessary books and doing all the required reading at a time that suited me i.e. not 9am. In my defence, my course was one that could all be done from books, journals and reading updates, I definitely wouldn't recommend my approach to those at university or starting out, but it worked for me and I came out of university with that all important 2:1.

I also made some amazing friends. I moved into a second year house with one of my friends from my course and his friends quickly became my confidants and best friends. I can't now look back on our time in that house without smiling because I have the fondest memories of my time there. The hours spent agonising over essays or Equity and Trusts fall away and I just remember the nights we spent together either in a pub or just hanging out in the kitchen. I was just the luckiest girl ever.

Having said before that my university years were the best of my life, they were by no means a constant high. I had started university fresh from the end of a three year relationship, which left me free to mostly get involved with a very unsuitable boy who, despite living half way across the the country in London, managed to have an inexplicable hold over me, so in that way that 18 years olds have, I veered from being deliriously happy when we were good to the depths of despair if we weren't. The thing with university (or at least for me) is that there is so much free time to just be. There's a Peter, Bjorn and John lyric that basically summed up my university experience "I laugh more often now, I cry more often now, I am more me".

Ten years after I started university, I am still paying off the student loan I racked up while I was there (about £14,000 when I graduated) but every single penny was worth it.

Term abroad

The last year of my degree involved a term spent abroad in Hamburg, Germany. I picked Hamburg with the intention of improving my AS level German. Although my course was taught in English, my German definitely improved while I was there. When I was drinking I was convinced, although others weren't, that I was fluent. I found an injection of 'genau' here and there tended to work wonders.

My biggest language challenge came in my second week in Hamburg when I returned to my apartment after a day of introductory lectures and found that my key wouldn't go in the lock to my door and it appeared that glue had been put in my lock. I managed to obtain details of a locksmith from the lovely people at my school there and someone came out to replace the lock. I was quite proud of myself for being able to deal with him and I quickly learnt the word for keys - Schlüssel. I went out that night for a night around town before ending up in a bar on the Reeperbahn, came home and collapsed into bed. I woke up the next morning and, only slightly hungover and more than a bit paranoid, padded down the hall to check the lock. I opened the door from the inside and tried to put my key in and found that there was glue in the lock again. As it was a Saturday morning I ended up essentially trapped in my apartment until Monday when someone could come and sort it out again. It later emerged that someone in the building had mental problems and it happened to others in the building. Not a great start to my time in Hamburg, but I was determined not to let the bad start overshadow my time there.

Studying in Hamburg gave me the chance to study with students from across the world and to learn from them and their cultures. Thrown together in a new country we made Hamburg our playground. We participated in study trips to Berlin and Dresden and travelled on weekends. Lectures were compulsory but I learnt more from the people I studied with than anything else.

Postgraduate Diploma (1)

Probably the most underwhelming and useless part of my education, I was required to take a postgraduate vocational course in order to enter the legal profession, it involved all sorts of nonsense like letter writing. I did it part-time while I was working so it was marginally more bearable than having to do it full-time but it was still just a hoop to jump through.

Open University

Finding myself back in my hometown (it sucks you back in like a vortex if you aren't very careful) and pining for my student days and time spent abroad, I enrolled myself in an Open University German course. After passing that I moved onto a Chinese language course before English and then Latin. I'm basically a complete glutton for punishment and whilst I'm not sure that I'm a great part-time distance learner, the Open University is a great way to study subjects that might not be available as local night school courses.

Postgraduate Diploma (2)

I thought I was just about done with formal education and exams, but I ended up working in a department that actually requires quite a lot of academic knowledge of the area and so my employer pays for all the junior members of the team to do a Postgraduate Diploma related to the area of work that we do. So in October I started the course and the exam is in May. It's much harder than anything I've done before purely because of the difficulty of finding the time to do it. When I was studying part-time before I was working in a job where I was at home by about 6.15pm every night whereas my current job is much more unpredictable and has been fairly busy since about late October and it becomes difficult to fancy settling down to do some studying when I get home later in an evening. But, I'll plough through and hopefully do ok in the end. I've booked some time off work in the next few months for some quality studying time. 

I've already got my eye on evening German classes for once my Postgraduate Diploma is over. Heaven help me, I'm not sure I'll ever ben able to fully let go of education! 

Is anyone else trying to balance work and studying? I'd love to hear how you're doing it.

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Tuesday, 3 February 2015

January 2015: This month I have mostly been...

Feeling: Very unbloggy this month

I've been terrible at blogging, replying to comments and comments on other blogs this month. I'm not sure why as I've had a relatively quiet month following my return back to London after Christmas. I've been reading all of the lovely comments I've had (thank you all) and appreciate them all, but blogging has been something that has taken a bit of a backseat at the moment. I think it's probably a good thing though as I need to be stepping up my work for my Postgraduate Diploma in the next few months leading up to my exam in May. So, I'll probably be dropping down a bit in terms of my posts, probably to once a week. It'll hopefully give me a bit more balance, there's only so much one girl can do and my job and education are the most important things to me.

Reading: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

I'm still reading this, I thought I'd get more time over Christmas to settle down with it but between studying and hospital trips, I really didn't ever find the time to settle down with a book. It doesn't help that my Kindle died before Christmas and it's much more difficult to lug the book around than the Kindle. Plus, I've started walking to and from work again so I don't even get a short tube ride to plough through a few pages every morning and night. So many excuses, I know.

Watching: The Good Wife and Gilmore Girls

These are two of my favourite shows and better still, they are both well written and involve strong female characters.

I've watched the first three seasons of Gilmore Girls loads as I have them on DVD, but I never bought the later seasons. Although I had seen them all when they'd aired on TV, when all the seasons came to Netflix I dove straight in with the later seasons. If you haven't yet seen it (and if not, why not?), it's funny and smart and goes at a million miles a minute but it will capture your heart. You can't help but fall in love with it and wish that you grew up in Stars Hollow too.

While Rory Gilmore is the girl I wish I'd been, Alicia Florrick is the woman and lawyer I wish I could be, flaws and all. I can't watch English legal dramas as the inaccuracies and dramatic licence drive me crazy and mean I have to turn them off, however, as much as I know that the same inaccuracies exist in American legal dramas, my ignorance of American law allows me to suspend my disbelief and just enjoy The Good Wife. Season 6 has just started and I'm finishing up the last few episodes of season 5 in anticipation of weeks of great TV ahead of me.

Coveting: Nothing

I'm still firmly in the post-Christmas lull and feel like I've had enough consumerism to last me a lifetime at the moment, the sight of yet another a Michael Kors handbag artfully posed and shot for Instagram by bloggers who feel like their blogging credentials are defined by what bag they can post about on the internet is enough to send me into an irrational rage. I'm not sure I can explain it really, but I'm sure it will pass, as all things do.

Planning: On buying a house

Not right now, but hopefully in the next two years. I've been craving bricks and mortar of my own for a few years now. I've rented houses since I moved out of home to go to university at 18 years old and the desire to have somewhere to call my own has only got stronger since I moved to London (ie. the only place I can ever really see myself being forever). However, house prices in London are ridiculous and only getting higher, but I refuse to compromise on city living and move further out in order to be able to buy a house. 

The biggest problem is the deposit and stamp duty, we could afford the mortgage repayments on the sort of price we'd expect to have to pay but raising a 10% deposit and stamp duty (even with the recent changes) would take years, by which time house prices will have increased further. For a while, although I was still putting away money each month into my savings, I gave up on the idea that I would be able to buy a house. Then I thought about it the other day and did a bit of research and realised that I could afford to buy a little flat somewhere else as a bit of a weekend/holiday home and continue to rent in London. 

I've been thinking a bit about Margate, we went there this summer - it's not too far from London, it's by the sea, it's not too far from home in case friends and family wanted to visit and it's not too expensive. I feel like it's somewhere that will regenerate over the coming years and it has some lovely parts already. So for the next six months or so I will be concentrating on not spending unnecessarily and building up my savings to hopefully amount to a 10% deposit along with the associated house buying costs.

A few frugal months ahead then... so maybe it's a good thing I have an exam to study for and have a busy few months at work in front of me so that I don't actually have time to go out and spend my money.

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Wednesday, 28 January 2015

My favourite places: Genesis Cinema

When it was announced that Orange Wednesdays would be ending in February there was a general outcry of dismay on Twitter. Coming from a town with one chain cinema, I can understand why, for a lot of people, the end of the two for one tickets offer is a big deal as in lots of places it really is the only option for seeing the latest releases without having to pay extortionate ticket costs. Luckily though, I don't live in in my hometown anymore and so have other choices for going to the cinema and some that mean I don't have to spend a fortune. The Genesis cinema is one of those options and is also one of my favourite London places. Handily, it's also only just up the road from where I live.

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Located on Mile End Road and in between Whitechapel and Stepney Green tube stations, it's a stone's throw away from my house and somewhere I have no excuse for not visiting more. I've seen a fair few blog posts from other bloggers about the Everyman Cinemas and the Prince Charles Cinema (which I also love, see my post on the Spiceworld singalong I attended there here) so I thought it was time to show the Genesis cinema some love.

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

The first thing you notice when you walk in is the beautiful spacious foyer lined with film posters where you can settle into a  squidgy sofa, grab a coffee and a Rinkoff cro-dough and catch up with friends in what is called the Grindhouse Cafe.

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Upstairs they also have an area with a bar - Bar Paragon - and a kitchen which serves Pieminister pies in case you're a bit peckish either pre- or post-film. They also host events like poetry slams there (something I keep meaning to go to) and sometimes free screenings.

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Although it looks small from the outside, the Genesis is like a Tardis and has five screens ranging in size. The gem in its crown (in my view, at least), is Studio 5 which houses not only an in-screen bar but also 40 sofas and armchairs. Generally showing the latest blockbusters, it's a fantastic place to both see the latest releases and to be able to put your feet up. I'm terrible sitting in regular cinema seats, I get fidgety very quickly but in Studio 5 I can get comfy, put my feet up on the footstools (which also act as storage for coats and bags) and snuggle up under the blankets provided.

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Genesis Cinema Whitechapel Mile End Studio 5

Although the tickets for Studio 5 are slightly more expensive than their other four screens (ranging from £8-£13 depending on the day compared with £4-£8.50 for the other screens) but it still compares very favourably with standard tickets at the big chains. Plus, isn't it better to support an independent business that's not just a cinema but a community space? 

I for one won't be mourning the demise of Orange Wednesdays too much.

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