I’ve had a sneaking suspicion for some time now that the Virgin Atlantic lounge at London Heathrow Terminal 3 is really rather worth going to. The problem is I haven’t ever managed it…until now (it’s a whistle stop tour: London for a few days, New York for a few more before heading back to LDN and home to SIN).
It feels like walking into a sort of utopia that you didn’t know existed. more
Before ‘The Dry Cleaning Accident’, I never really thought too hard about which dry cleaner I dropped my things off with. The nearer and more convenient, the better. ‘The Accident’ involved a cropped, black boucle DKNY jacket which was returned to me as flat as a pancake, topped off with a horrid sheen only possible from monumental over pressing. more