Radio silence

I've been an awful blogger... Having a full time job, being a freelance editor at London's newest go-to site for where to eat TryThisFor.com (more on that soon!) and getting a boyfriend has meant that time has flown past. A year ago to the day I wrote this about being Bridget Jones - I guess you could say I'm a little less Bridge in some aspects these days, right?

In the last month, I have:

• Seen Lady Gaga live (finally). I can remember hearing the first strains of Let's Dance way back in September 2008 and having fallen in and out of love with her over the years, gave Mama Monster (cringe) a go back in October. And she was amazing. With a riot of outfits, dancers, stage inflatables and a setlist that spanned her entire repertoire, she was everything I expected her to be and more.
• Seen Jersey Boys. I bought my dad and I tickets for Father's Day and his birthday. After an obligatory introduction to Burger & Lobster and a successful upgrade to seats five rows from the stage in the stalls, we settled in for an absolutely astounding performance. It's a cleverly written romp through the history of Franki Valli and The Four Seasons with an absolutely astounding number of songs that'll have you crying, laughing, singing and dancing. The original line up are playing at The Royal Albert Hall next summer - if anyone fancies getting me tickets for my birthday?
• Eaten at The Dead Dolls House on Halloween. This naughty little beauty tucked into Hoxton Square has been on my list for a while before S surprised me with a meal here. Shabby and rickety but oozing atmosphere, we ate Dover sole (old school!), steak and an orange brulee that I could quite happily bathe in every day. Want to become a member of the Club upstairs? Just bring a bottle of booze for the bar or a china dog. Or head along to the Arches in Bethnal Green for some jazzed-up, street food loving.
• Eaten at the Spitalfields Bar in Hawksmoor. Shoreditch's underground baby offers a menu a little easier on the purse than the big boys upstairs. I had the very tasty oxcheek cheeseburger whilst L & J had the Oxcheek French Dip that does something very naughty with bone marrow. I just need to go back for steak proper sometime soon.
• Eaten at Mangal. I'd never eaten a kebab before. Nope. Not even one of those questionable boxes of meat people get at the ends of night out. But H took me to Mangal for a proper Turkish kebab that definitely didn't disappoint. We started with warm flatbreads with cacik (cucumber, garlic and yoghurt), patlican salata (smokey grilled aubergine, peppers, onions) and fishy tarama (cod roe) before sharing a yogurtlu adana with plenty of proper kofte and warm sauce. 
• Caught up with my friend Olivia. She's one of this terribly glamorous jetsetters working for Emirates, and living out in Dubai means she doesn't get much chance to come back to London. I introduced her and her boyfriend to B&L and now I think he wants to forsake his native Mauritius and move in. Job well done. 
• Caught up with family. Specifically my brother, cousin, sister and sister from Australia who I hadn't seen in two years either. Plenty of dancing, champagne and reminiscing about beach weddings in Koh Samui and The Jungle Club. 
• Went to the Tanqueray Drawing Rooms and was thoroughly educated on gin, martinis and Lavender Collins.
• Went to a craft beer tasting with Oz Clarke and Celebrity Cruises. Thanks to Oz, I'm now a craft beer aficionado and can tell you all about how they brew Belgian devil beer Dufel or how London Porter stout came about. You'll find me propping up a good old boozer from here on in...

Promise I'll be good from now on though. No more radio silence. Just lots of updates. Bad Bridget.