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Robert Clayman
As a science fiction obsessed teenager of the 80’s, I’m very at home in any ruined, dystopian city. I feel the warming thrill of recognition every time I step into the rain-soaked, noir-inflected Los Angeles of Blade Runner. I embrace every diseased nook of the panopticon metropolis that serves as Snake Pliskin’s playground in Escape…
LUSSO’s resident scratch pros…alright, slack-shouldered chancers, Robert Clayman and Charley Speed, were let loose on Bearwood’s charming curves. Remarkably, everything remained unscathed. Bearwood Lakes, Sindlesham, RG41 4SJ. Tel: +44 (0)118 979 7900 or visit their website bearwoodlakes.co.uk.
Sometimes, it really is best to copy and paste straight from Wikipedia. Concerning Hogmanay, that most proudly defended and staunchest of Scottish holidays, ‘the etymology of the word is obscure. It may have been introduced to Middle Scots through the Auld Alliance. In 1604, the custom was mentioned in the Elgin Records as hagmonay. The…
Booked your Thames moorings for the summer? It might be worth making those calls as a report suggests that London is about to become the Superyacht Capital of the World. Well, for around three months or so, anyway. The double whammy of Diamond Jubilee and Olympics 2012 sees TripAdvisor name London the best place to…
Gordon Bijelonic enters the room impressively, with what appears to be an entourage. Two well-dressed men, one impish and Danish, the other an imposing African-American, shake our hands and admire the Ebony Suite, which will serve as the setting for our interview. Gordon is already staying at the May Fair. LUSSO has just upgraded him…
Once upon a time we all used to drink brandy. We used it in the morning with soda water to freshen an appetite, a sniff after lunch to settle the stomach and a glass or two of the vintage stuff to accompany our cards in the evening. But you must be at least over sixty…
Cannes today may NOT seem to be the magical jewel by the sea it once was. Walk along its narrow sun-baked streets today and you’ll be shocked at the plethora of bizarre-looking Eurotrash that counts as the indigenous population. Ectomorphic spindly old ladies, their skin like a creosoted fence, wearing a flannel that barely covers…
Money can’t bring you happiness – as the Pink Floyd song doesn’t go. A cliché spun by the poor to give succour to a life of Travelodges and Nando’s? Very probably. Allegedly, psychologists have definitively worked out the time it takes for lottery winners to lose the glow of good fortune. It’s 12 months. That’s all…
Lying close to the east bank of the River Severn in Gloucestershire, on the edge of the Cotswolds, Frampton Court guests enjoy the splendour of staying in this stunning Grade 1 listed 18th century house, which has been lived in by the Clifford family since it was built in 1730. Pevsner was taken with its ‘lavish interiors, with joinery of the highest quality’ Until recently the magnificent pile was lived in by Rollo Clifford’s…
Your journey from the toilets of Cheltenham to the sands of Necker can be bumpy and, ultimately, lacking in cheer. Alain de Botton wrote of how we only need to be slightly richer than our immediate peer group to feel contentedly on top. Slightly richer is the key. Any less and we suffer status anxiety.…