I'm utterly blown away by the ENO's revival of David Alden's production of Peter Grimes. Everyone is raving about this revival and I shall rave too.
My father can still remember the first Chinese meal he had; growing up in the Fifties and Sixties in North London, they were few and far between. (It was at Singapore on Holland Park Avenue, which is still there, perched unassumingly on a corner. It's not bad, actually.)
Models, apparently, don't like to eat, but don't mind drinking. Preferably vodka sans mixer - best for the complexion, don't you know, and for whatever's left of your body-mass-index.
Murder mystery meals at my house usually revolve around discovering who roasted a chicken to death (it's always me). But putting a twist on the old idea of death-at-the-dinner-table is Bocca di Lupo chef and Spear's wine columnist Jacob Kenedy, with his Andrea Camilleri-Inspector Montalbano literary lunches.
Here, in sort-of order of descending classiness, are my favourite Chinese restaurants in London, and since it's the start of the Chinese new year today, why not celebrate the arrival of the Year of the Horse at one of them this weekend, says Josh Spero