All posts tagged: adventures

Ab Routines, Almost-Dates and After.

I’m back in the gym. It’s hell, of course, because I hadn’t been for months before I went away and post-illness weakness is a real thing. But every day I run a little further than I ran before, and die a little less during my ab routine, so there’s hope that in about 6 months people will stop laughing at me. I go with my cousin, usually, who’s irritatingly fit and good natured. I cannot understand being cheerful in a gym. What is there to be happy about?! Every day I have to endure his reckless happiness and exhortations, his effortlessly endless reps, his kindness. That’s the worst bit. I think I’d do better with someone who called me out on my weak inefficiency, who pinched my flab and insulted me. I feel like that’s the kind of attitude that builds warriors. But he just ambles over after doing 100 pull-ups or whatever, and gently corrects my form,¬†then says “well done!” after I’ve managed one push-up. I hate him so much. But being back in …

Couture, Cucumber Martinis and Good Craic

I was supposed to have a glorious holiday. It was all sorted: 2-3 days (each) booked in a happy handful of glorious European cities, a healthy “HolidayLux” spending account, three guilt-free weeks off work and a list as long as my arm of pre-planned lunches, dinners and drinks with old friends. And it started out great. I left the unhappy chaos of Lagos for Abuja at the end of August, spending two days in giddy anticipation- getting my hair done, cuddling my dog, packing and repacking my mostly empty suitcases. I sailed through the Abuja airport with such a glow that the immigration officer said, crossly, “Ah Madam, you’re too happy to be leaving us.” I found myself sitting next to an elderly English lady, with wisps of white hair and the sort of in-depth knowledge of Nigeria that is usually the sole purview of missionaries. She was in fact a teacher, her husband an economic adviser currently working for Adam Smith Int. They’d been living in Nigeria since the 50s, both their now grown …

Friend Dates, Frozen Margaritas and Diane Von Fostenburg

Socialising in Lagos can be, if you let it, a full time occupation requiring hours of grooming, a large financial investment in fashion and a military-like approach to scheduling. There are people here, normal people who put their trousers on one leg at a time,¬† who have schedules so packed they don’t have a free weekend until Spring 2016. I’ve only got about 3 more months of Lagos living, so lately I’ve been trying to get a piece of the action. I’m determinedly single* at the moment, so I’ve been going on a lot of friend dates. First, to 1415 at Eko Signature, a low-lit, elegant expanse of a restaurant serving up some of the best food I’ve had in Nigeria, ever. I mean it guys- every bite was like a fond memory and the service was impeccable. I went with my dearest S, and we both got obscenely dressed up, as is required in Lagos (she, in a burnt orange two piece with Sergio Rossi heels and a Saint Laurent clutch, and I in …