Monthly Archives: December 2011

The Vineyard – Islington

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The Vineyard 

I’m on a constant quest for the best possible party venues, up to the point now where my friends, colleagues and relies are getting a little annoyed with me. However I stumbled on a little gem yesterday. I would say The Vineyard is one of London’s hidden treasures. You can seek it out in-between Angel and Islington/Highbury.

The staff have captured the perfect Christmas atmosphere. A small Christmas tree stall had been set up in the entrance of the beer garden/courtyard so as you wa

lked through to enter the pub all I could smell was pine mixed with spicy oranges and berries form the homemade wreaths.

The rest of the bar was like a scene out of a Christmas book or film, log fires, Christmas trees, mulled wine, dinners drinking merrily wearing crooked paper hats and white and cream fairy lights twinkling and tinsel lining the bar shelves. It was so so lovely!

Id brought my party crew with me to The Vineyard for a spot of dinner; I ordered a steak sandwich and chips, the other diners scoffed down club sandwiches, burgers and steak frites. Next time I visit I’m defo going to have the garlic and bacon pasta, sounds very yummy!

Such a shame that it was raining otherwise I have liked to get wrapped and sit outside with a glass of cider or 2. Pergolas were used to separate the courtyard with benches, plastic moulded “sofas” and chairs. I bet in the summer it’s a real sun trap. Mirrors were on the walls on either side of the bricked walls which looked cute and made the space seem a lot bigger than it was.

I really enjoyed my night in The Vineyard; it’s a cute little pub with filled to the brim with character.

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Service with a smile
Atmosphere and decoration:  merry and bright, tra la la la laaaa
Facilities:  Old white porcelain tiles made an impact.
Talent Radar:  Too wrapped in my Christmas wonderland to take notice actually.
Fun Factor: Yeeeeeah!
Perfect for: Quiet drinks, topping up your festive spirit, good hearty food, mulled wine
In 3 words: New Years EVVVVVVE!

Check out other reviews from View London, Party Offers, Qype or Yelp

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The Almanac – Mo Gotta Go Party

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Helloooooo

So sorry for the late-ness of this blog update, I’ve been so wrapped up in Christmas! Better late than never.

So in my opinion November is normally a time for digging out my thick coat, whacking on the tights and writing my letter to Santa Claus however for millions of men round the world, November means one thing and one thing only, Movemeber. For those people living in a hole out in the south pacific and don’t know what Movemeber is….I’ll explain.

Movember is a where men grow their moustaches aka Mo’s without shaving for a whole month in the name for charity to raise awareness about Prostate Cancer. This tradition has been so successful, and everyone that takes party works very hard at raising as much money as they can. I for one can’t get enough of seeing guys walking about with funny tash’s, some are aMOzing and some just pure Moriffic!

Its a MOOOOO-Jito...get it!

Well to celebrate the end of Movember I was invited to pop along to a “Mo-Gotta-Go” party in Derby at The Almanac. (You can read my previous Almanac entry here)

Derby never disappoints, the people are just so lovely and I can say with some certainty that Derby have the friendliest cab drivers! The Almanac also never ever disappoints. The staff (Richard, Josh, Hannah, Pete are long standing employees) cannot do enough for their customers. They welcomed me as always with a toothy grin and pushed a Mo-jito in my hand – Always a great way to get me on board with any party!

So the bar was brimming with bushy, prickly, luscious tashes as far as the eye could see, some were eager to shave their whiskers off, others were loving the new look and decided to keep it. Check out some of these latest fashion must haves….Magnum PI and Hulk Hogan should be proud!

I even got a little jealous of the mo-fros and decided to rapidly grow my own…what you think!!

The bar manager had brought in a professional barber to help with the sheering who gave the lads a traditional wet shave. I couldn’t not stand there and NOT give it a go…come on.

I had the extreme honour of crowning Mr Movember 2011 and the award went to this mo hero! His moustache really was lovely, so thick, surprisingly soft and downright sexy actually!!!

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Before I give my Royal Scores on the Doors. I’m looking for a new group of Party Princesses, queens, kings, princes to party with. SOOOOO, If you comment below with your email address, we can organise a good ole royal knees up at some new pubs I’ve been meaning to try. Drinks and dinner on me! x

Royal Scores on the Doors

Food and service:  Mo-verlous!

Atmosphere and decoration:  Mo-gnificent

Facilities:  fab as always

Talent Radar:  I think I had a slight crush on Mr Movemeber!

Fun Factor: watching grown men shave their face has never been so much fun!

Perfect for: stag parties, curing the mojito cravings, cosy night out

In 3 words: Mo, Mo, Mo There’s Mo Limit!

XX PP XX

Party Princess Guide to Christmas Parties

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Hey Guys.

As the name suggests, I am the not so self-confessed Party Princess. My title was originally coined by a group of close friends who would always say my party hosting skills were – to quote –  “Royally freaking awesome” and the Party Princess was born!  It is true I do host a pretty good party, I think the number one key,  is getting the right guest list and making sure that all the guest are matched somehow. Not In a match making Cilla Black way though (although if I’m honest that does happen some of the time).

As my blog suggest I have turned my hat form party hosting to party go-er.  It’s far less stressful and I get to have a LOT more fun. The saying goes, blondes have more fun, and ITS ALL LIES, brunettes have a royally freaking awesome time. Im learning this dance for my office party!  – I’ve got mad skills!

The Christmas season is almost upon us and I have put together a few do’s and don’t’s for party go-ers this year. The weekend before Christmas is notoriously messy with the mixture of office, family and friends party, it’s important to free your inner party princess, queen, prince or king, we all have one inside us – It’s just waiting to be released and coroneted!

Royal Rule 1 – To Extrovert or to Introvert, that is the question. (This really applies to office parties/functions)
When it comes to Christmas parties extroverts love them – it’s a chance to get together with colleagues and friends and chat without deadline pressures. Introverts may pale at the thought of mingling, engaging in small talk and being in a crowd. Whatever the party, don’t force yourself to be something that you’re not. If you are the quiet type, channel your inner mystery, is a surprisingly powerful and mesmerising quality – work it!

Royal rule 2 – Watch the booze
I’m really sorry to say, this next rule is self-learnt, do yourself a favour and listen to me on this one…Just because it’s a free bar doesn’t mean you have to drain it!! There is always one person at the party that gets too drunk. I’ve been that person in the past and in some situations its ok to relax and keep the drinks flowing but in others you’ll just end up looking like a prat, asleep at 11pm, missing all the action and there is nothing worse than being ”that person” who everyone is taking about the next day,

Royal rule 3 – Strut the catwalk
Christmas parties are always a chance to showcase those killer heels, a show stopping dress or a classic suit. Whatever you decide to wear, make it sure it’s appropriate. If you are attending a family function, maybe leave the slinky black number at home or if perhaps you are going to an office party with the big bosses, slide over the plunging necklines and find something professional but fun at the same time. Want my secret for looking great over the Christmas party season?….SPANX!

Huge no no no no nooo

Royal rule 4 – Beware of camera and Facebook
For goodness sake watch out for the stray camera shots! Facebook is the sworn devil enemy when it comes to rouge pictures appearing, and we all have that one friend who just loves to tag you! There is only so many times you can say it’s your and red eyed, wobbly arm, fluffy haired, double chin twin sibling!

Royal rule 5 – Watch your mouth
It’s easy to forget where and who you are with sometimes at certain parties when the mood is relaxed and your inhibitions drawbridge has been lowered, just be careful what you say to people. It’s natural to sometimes have a whinge and a moan about people, especially when you are at an office function and that “cow from finance who always steals your custard creams is wearing the same dress as you” is giving you the evil eyes, but don’t go shooting your mouth off. You’ll only cause problems and create a bad name for yourself. You never know who is listening!

Royal rule 6 – Watch your tongue!
This rule is an amalgamation of number of all the rules so far. Whatever you do, don’t get too drunk and make out with your latest crush! Photos appear on Facebook, people will start gossiping and once again you’ll hate being “that person” the morning after. It’s easy to get carried away in the Christmas spirit, champagne and slow dancing to Mariah but just watch it!

Six simple rules to bear in mind over the Christmas. I share these with you because I made the same 6 mistakes time and time again, and just don’t want to see any other future Party Princess or Princes do the same thing. Remember, it takes a lifetime to build a reputation but it could just take a slip of the dress, slip of the mouth, sip of champagne or the slip of the tongue to bring it all down by your ankles!

On the other hand…..rules were made to be broken. Have a great Christmas!

Party On!
xx PP xx

Wishing everyone a safe, merry and fun Christmas

Three cheers to the team Party Princess - May we dance on into 2012

Adventures in Bolton

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I came across a great quote on my travels this week; it was on a poster for a local bar. I didn’t catch the name of the bar but remember the saying;

 “A pub for romancers, dancers, soul boys, beat kicks, young go getters and should know betters”

Now it’s not often that I watch football, in fact it’s never, that it is if I got my way all the time. Alas that is seldom the case.

After spending a few days in Manchester I popped across to Bolton for a catch up with some old friends, a few not so cheeky drinks and a spot of dinner then it was a case of…see where the night takes us.

We started in The Capitol which is right next to the church, which may I say in the night light looked very pretty. So The Capitol…what can I say about it? It reminded me a lot of the Varsity bars ive been too before which made sense considering I was told very soon after making that statement that it indeed did used to be a Varsity. It would seem that im drawn to Varsity’s!!

The Capitol had a few similar traits of The Alibi that I visited in my last blog. They had a gazebo type thing in the entrance where there were 20 or so light bulbs hanging down. I liked it, thought it was a good effect. Upstairs was a large seating area but there was a semi hidden seating area to one side of the bar down a small step, I think if someone wanted privacy or a quieter bit of the bar, that would have been perfect.

Drinks were cheap, and fresh cocktails were flowing but I opted for a glass of white wine, chilled perfectly and soon I became perfectly chilled too!! It would just so happen that the football was showing so what was meant to be a nice catch up with friends ended into a screaming competition with the TV screens (of which there were 3 or 4). Another – shall we say lively – bunch was on the table near us and seemed to be enjoying the football too. Good job their team won!

Feeling a little peckish we ordered a few bar snacks, Jim Bean and sesame seed chicken bites and chicken tikka skewers. The Jim Bean bites were AMASING, really sticky and with the slight hint of Jim Bean. The tikka skewers were good too but a bit too curry-ish for my liking. Drinks were nice and cheap and all bombs were on promo for the night. Bombs away!

So after Capitol came the next pub…The Dragonfly.  This was your typical pub in my opinion, good crowd of customers, friendly staff up for a bit of banter and a warm atmosphere. Just as we got there a huge pink limo rocked up and out came 20 pink cladded girls on a hen party, their party looked fun, and the bar had created a little area for them and decorated it with balloons and confetti and the likes. About 15 mins before we left the DJ hit his stride and was throwing out some dance floor classics, I hope the hen and her chicks had a good time.

Scores on the (royal) doors: 

Food and service:  Jim Bean chicken all the way!

Atmosphere and decoration:  Great northern atmosphere in both pubs.

Facilities:  Very cosy and comfy.

Talent Radar:  not too shabby, the hen party looked awesome; I hope Bolton locked up their sons.

Fun Factor: not too wild but had a great time anyway.

Capitol Perfect for: Sports, shots-a-hoy, light bar snacks, a great warm-up bar.

Dragonfly Perfect for: dance floor boogie, ale, hen and stag parties.

In 3 words: Friendly Northern Atmosphere.

Aberystwyth – Small Town, Big Heart

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Hey!

As you have gathered, I’m a busy bunny, I’m constantly travelling about visiting friends, partying or away with work but every now again the Party Princess needs to hang up her heels, throw on some slippers (granted sparkly multi glitter slippers) and just sit and breathe.

FINALLY I got the chance this week. Those who read my previous blog about Brighton know that I love being by the beach, I lived in Eastbourne for 3 years and miss the sound of seagulls yelling my ears and, as my other previous blog about Cardiff says, I’ve started a brief love affair with Wales. So what do you get when you cross the seaside with Wales? No not a Welsh Seagull but – Aberystwyth! And what a lovely little town it is, quiet, slow, cosy and I could feel myself instantly relax as the train ran through the open countryside, not a car, building or corner shop in sight. Heaven.

Now what could be better than walking around in the cold sea air wrapped in in coats, scarves and hats? Walking into a warm pub and warming up with a hot chocolate and a pub dinner. Surprisingly that is EXACTLY what I did. I found a cute little pub which I thought was called The White Horse Hotel, turns out it’s a been converted into a Varsity. It looked nothing at all like the other Varsity’s I’ve been to in the past, couldn’t be further from them actually.

 

Bay windows had become cute little seating areas, the original wooden flooring and the ceiling mouldings gave the place a really cute old-ey world-ey feeling to it. All it needed was a giant open fire place and a book shelf and I would have been in some old Sherlock story from the 1880s

After a round of hot chocolates and a Jim Bean burger – which may I say one of the tastiest burgers I’ve had in a long long time – I started to wind down.

Before I knew it I was chatting to half the bar! The staff were so friendly, didn’t seem stressed and seemed to be happy to be at work which considering some of the bars I’ve been to in the past – that’s a massive achievement. The locals and regulars joined in our conversation and what felt like minutes became hours and soon the students came in looking for cheap bargains before heading out again. The staff told me that normally on a Wednesday the bar is filled to the rafter for sport social and I was lucky it was such a quiet night. I would be interested to go back and see what it’s like on a busy night.

The bar soon filled up, the music got louder but my bed was calling me. A few cheeky glasses of wine later I wrapped up my conversations and headed back to my hotel. Fantastic little break and surprisingly it was Varsity that help me relax which is funny as they are the ones I normally end up dancing about and having wild crazy nights in. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover!

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  couldn’t have asked for better staff.

Atmosphere and decoration:  Warm, cute and downright lovely.

Facilities:  liked the faux fur on the stools.

Talent Radar:  Sweet older guys up for a nice chat – if that’s your type of course.

Fun Factor: different kind of fun to what I’m normally looking for but fun none the less.

Perfect for: Afternoon tea break, dinner after walking on the beach, cheaper than average prices.

In 3 words: quiet pub – big heart (I know its 4 but hey!)

Check out other reviews and info on Fancyapint.com or Qype

Varsity Cardiff

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Holla At my blog readers

When you think of UK party cities, you think of London, Liverpool, Manchester, Bournemouth, Newcastle and of course….Cardiff! Until last week I had a little Wales shaped hole in my list, I just had to tick Cardiff off my party list and boy did Cardiff deliver.

First of all I must comment on what a lovely city Cardiff is, walking round the city I noticed the mixture of the old (cathedral) and the new and the locals were so welcoming and friendly. Great first impressions.

After spending a VERY long time trying to stay away from the shopping centre it was time to get dressed up and paint the town red. We had hunted the best nightlife spots before we came and visited a few of them whilst wandering round the city and found a street with 5 of the better bars in the city.  We floated around from bar to bar but they all seemed to lack a bit of spark and atmosphere, it’s difficult to pin point what was missing, the party X-factor or the PP Factor –Party Princess Factor but somehow I don’t see that catching on much.

Our sprits were low; we were slightly disappointed with Cardiff but pushed on and tried our luck in the last pub on our list. Varsity. Frankly, we should have gone there in the first place! We were greeted by a lovely groups of cheeky chappies on a birthday party and coaxed us in the bar with the promise of a few drinks and dance.

We walked in and the bar looked a little empty but its only because everyone was on the dancefloor. Ideal really – no queues for drinks and a chokka dancefloor.  I grabbed my self a long island ice tea and headed towards the floor! Just as we started to loosen up and enjoy the music, it was announced that a dancing competition was in session and the winner would be given a large pitcher of their choice. The mood changed, dancing was no longer for fun…this was serious. There were some pretty funky shapes being thrown about by some people, and even though I didn’t win (I’m not bitter….much!!)

" I said ooops inside your head....."

Also…the Captain Morgan promo team popped out from no-where and the Capt’n himself, dressed his finery joined in the dance competition and lead a stupidly long conga out of the front door, back and through the bar – madness. Highlight of the night was dancing with everyone to “oops upside your head” song, I’m sure that’s not the real words but ill investigate.

Scores on the (royal) doors:  

Food and service:  Super-fast, super friendly, super awesome

Atmosphere and decoration:  Little quiet but MORE than made up for it.

Facilities:  Huge mirror to fix my bronzer disaster

Talent Radar:  The Capt’n was look mighty fine.

Fun Factor: F.U.N spells fun,

Perfect for: Pre-clubbing, cheeky mid-week dance, quiet nights turning crazy.

In 3 words: Dance, pitchers, conga.

For other reviews visit: Cardiffpubs.co.uk, Qype and /View Cardiff or visit this lovely little video