A wonderful week doing Absolutely Nothing
Posted: September 11, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing Leave a commentBetter late than never….a roundup of another week on ANTW.
To Tweed or Not To Tweed : Ralph Lauren’s RUGBY comes to London by Mel Moss
Adventures in Lone Parenting, Part II, Koh Samui by Samantha Taylor
Absolutely Nothing To Talk About : Helen Seamons, Deputy Fashion Editor, The Observer by Mel Moss
Absolutely Nothing To Cook : Smoked Cod baked with Fennel and Potatoes by Mel Moss
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And here’s my favourite picture from the past week, just because it’s lovely.
Absolutely Nothing To Cook : Smoked cod baked with fennel and potatoes
Posted: September 8, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing To Cook 1 CommentA while ago I posted a made up recipe of sorts – cod baked with tomatoes – which proved quite popular and has become a bit of a dinner staple. So, last night when the craving kicked in, I decided to try something a little different and I think this version might be even more delicious!
The basic formula remains the same but I used smoked cod, in stead of plain and added fennel and basil to the baby plum tomatoes plus some par-boiled Charlotte potatoes.
Here’s what I did with a few pictures to wet your appetite: Serves 2 hungry people
A couple of handfuls of baby plum tomatoes – halved
A bunch of basil leaves – torn
1 Fennel bulb – finely sliced. I removed the stalks but I’m not sure if you have to…up to you and the condition of your fennel
2 large cloves of garlic – unpeeled and crushed slightly with the flat side of a large knife
About 10 Charlotte potatoes – halved or quartered, depending on their size
1 large fillet smoked cod
Salt and pepper
Olive oil
Balsamic vinegar
Put the tomatoes, fennel, garlic and basil in to a roasting tin and drizzle with some olive oil, a splash of balsamic, pinch of salt and pepper and mix it all together with your hands to ensure that everything’s covered in the oil/vinegar mixture.
Put in a hottish oven (180C)
Meanwhile cut the potatoes in to good size big chunks and put in boiling water. Don’t cook until completely soft – they should still be slightly hard.
When the tomatoes and fennel have been in there for about 15 minutes, add the potatoes to the roasting tin. Mix it all up and put back in the oven for about 25 minutes. Give the tin a shake every 10 minutes or so to make sure nothing sticks.
Make sure your fish is free of bones and cut it in to 4 big chunks. Take your tin out of the oven and lay the fish on top of the potatoes. Drizzle with a bit more olive oil and season if you like. Put back in the oven for around 15 minutes – depending on the thickness of your fish. It’s ready as soon as it starts turning opaque and begins to flake.
Serve immediately with a sprinkling of fresh basil. Lovely.
Absolutely Nothing To Talk About : Helen Seamons, Observer Fashion
Posted: September 7, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing To Talk About Leave a commentHelen Seamons is Deputy Fashion Editor on The Observer and one of the most stylish ladies we know. Here she shares some of her top tips and brilliant ideas about all kinds of Absolutely Nothing….
Absolutely Nothing To Wear….
I love Zara, their website looks brilliant and the advertising seduces me ever time. I find it hard to leave the store without buying something. I really want this coat (see pic) and just brought a fab faux pony skin leopard bag (pictured). I will definitely head there pre fashion week to ease my “what to wear to shows” panic.
I also love Theory for trousers, they fit curves well.
Absolutely Nothing To Listen To….
The radio, my iPod is completely empty. (I know that’s really weird)
Absolutely Nothing To Do….
Go to Harrods and ogle at ‘Coco in Wonderland’ It promises to be ‘une promenade’ through the world of Chanel and if it’s anything like the spectacles that Karl puts on in Paris it will be well worth a visit.

Absolutely Nothing To Eat or Cook….
Welsh cakes! I just visited Barry Island, home to Gavin and Stacey and now all I can think about is Welsh cakes, they are delicious with a cup of tea. Luckily good old M&S stock them so this fix can continue.
Absolutely Nothing To Buy….
I’m dreaming about buying Miu Miu’s glitter shoes
Glitter and Suede pictured, £555 from Net-A-Porter
I can’t wait to go and see Corinne Day: The Face exhibition at Gimpel Fils gallery, we just covered it for the magazine and I’m desperate to get down and see it in person.
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I also loved the Hungarian Photography of the 20th Century exhibition at Royal Academy, it’s beautiful and very inspiring. Robert Capa’s war photographs were the most thought-provoking.
Absolutely Nothing To Read….
Twitter, I’m a borderline addict.
(You can follow Helen on Twitter @helenseamons)
Absolutely Nothing To Smile About….
My best friend on any subject, she is hilarious.
Adventures in Lone Parenting, Koh Samui, Part 2 by Samantha Taylor
Posted: September 6, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing To Write Home About Leave a commentThe lone stint in Thailand with the kids has been fun, but hard work. Not quite travelling in the backpacker sense, but more than a holiday; I’d like to think our time here on Koh Samui, alone without Daddy, was really almost a lesson in how to live a more pared down life, without so much stuff. Actually what this translates to is a lesson in being Chief Entertainments Officer for Mummy, with not nearly enough alcohol. Mid-range holiday villas generally do not come with bedrooms full of toys and satellite TV with a full package of kids’ channels. They are also remarkably non kid-proof (think stone floors, glass tables and sliding doors to pools only a few feet away, not to mention the steep wooden stairs in ours). Keeping two boys under the age of five (the youngest just 14 months old) occupied has been quite the challenge, and very different to doing it in the safe surroundings of home, with all the familiar comforts and routine distractions to occupy them.
The pool and grounds provided plenty of fun, and the iPad (don’t leave home without one) and a few cheap plastic toys purchased from the local supermarket bought me a little more time, but the reality was clear; we needed to get out and do stuff or the kids would turn feral. I’d tried Mummy-friendly activities such as pottering around the delightful Fisherman’s village in Bophut, but, for some reason, the boys failed to share my enthusiasm. Then there were my attempts at al fresco lunches at low-key beachside restaurants which, at best, without Daddy on hand to help corral, resulted in a table of barely touched food and invariably saw me dripping in sweat and bellowing at the eldest to stay in the shallows whilst simultaneously saving the youngest from repeatedly kamikaze-ing out of a high chair; at worst: a young, toned Italian tourist in very tiny trunks appeared from the beach to ask the entire restaurant who ‘owns’ the small boy who had fallen down wooden steps to the beach and was lying face down, crying in the sand, because he’d injured his eye. Oh the shame (despite telling him numerous times not to play on the bloody stairs), and so, with a weary admission of ‘ownership’ I hauled him up to see he had indeed grazed his eye but, thankfully, was mostly just a little shaken.
It was clear however, that some things were just beyond my capabilities and I was going to have to put aside my own expectations of what constitutes a holiday and should embrace the inevitable – days filled with animal shows, water parks, indoor play rooms, and a particular favourite: football golf (yup- like mini golf but with footballs). A positive was that we found a regular taxi driver who became something of a personal chauffeur, and buddy for my eldest. Whilst not particularly cheap in comparison to other costs here, taxis will take you to your destination and more often than not, will wait and take you home again – all for an agreed price. The more intrepid hire cars or mopeds and drive themselves, but neither were suitable options for me given I am essentially a non driver (though I have passed my test).
The Samui I first visited 10 years ago was firmly geared towards the needs of low-budget travellers and that’s still clearly in evidence in some of the main touristy (and sometimes downright naff) areas such as Chaweng and Lamai on the East coast – but now the vibe in those places is more low-budget package tourist than outright backpacker (though the beaches are lovely and worth visiting). Things are changing, however, with an influx of luxury and boutique resorts such as W, Four Seasons and Six Senses on the North and West Coasts, and this has raised the bar too in terms of dining options and there is now a slew of destination restaurants touting ‘fine dining’. Some might say that this is ruining the charm, but not I. That’s not to say coast-to-coast luxury resorts are my thing either; rather an eclectic mix of shabby and chic, if you like, and Samui, whilst some way from being the ‘new Bali’, is displaying a growing sophistication which has encouraged more families and couples with more discerning tastes. This means, unusually for a tropical island destination, the options for family friendly activities isn’t too bad (though you’ll need to be realistic in your expectations when it comes to animal-related attractions, Longleat they are not). The best thing about travelling with children in Thailand (and particularly babies) is that you’re never made to feel as though you are second class citizens. Quite the contrary, a baby will be treated like a rock star, and by default, you become their entourage who can bask, very comfortably, in their reflected glory. It has never failed to amaze me how Asian people of either sex, and literally any age, will coo genuinely over your kids. Try walking into a 7-11 near you with a 14 month old who wants to poke the 22-year-old (male) assistant. At best, you will be met with embarrassment and barely concealed revulsion; Go East and you will be met with smiles and clucks, and “BeeBee!!”. It’s wonderful.
And so we settled into a routine of sorts: chilled mornings by the pool followed by activities in the afternoon. With more judicious planning (i.e later in day to coincide with afternoon nap time for little one) we even managed the occasional lunch and, latterly, the odd dinner. Sure there were meltdowns and hissy fits (me) and I can’t overstate enough how tricksy it can be to keep two young, super-energetic boys from doing damage to themselves (or others)- a bit like herding cats – but my kids did not want for fun, and loved the barefoot life spotting buffalo and chasing chickens. It is entirely possible to holiday alone with young kids on a tropical island, but you need an inordinate amount of patience and must be prepared to just get out there and get on with it; and in truth it’s less of a holiday for the grown-up and more about effective troop management. But if you should ever find yourself in Koh Samui with kids (with or without a Significant Other) here are a few suggestions for things to do:
Coco Splash Water Park – owned and run by a lovely French couple, this outdoor park, with slides and a jacuzzi pool is small but lots of fun, particularly for younger kids. They serve great Thai and western food and grown-ups can book a massage in one of the Salas (Cabanas). You may even get to meet the resident bunny rabbit: Coco, who hops around uncaged.
Fairways Indoor Soft Play room – Great for when your little ones need a break from the sun, or if it’s raining. With bouncy castles, climbing frames and slides, there’s also a nice cafe downstairs with free wi-fi serving decent coffee and food. 18 months to 8 years old.
Crocodile Farm and Snake Show – possibly worth an hour or so if you really need to touch a snake or get relatively close to mostly fairly docile-looking crocs. There are a few bored monkeys in cages too. Situated just round the corner from Fairways right near the airport.
Football Golf – touted as a ‘unique’ alternative to mini golf and set in an, admittedly nice, coconut plantation, this is a popular distraction for family groups and particularly the big male ones. My boys loved it even if the little one preferred to get in the holes. Round includes a free beer or soft drink.
Mini Golf International – no footballs here but set on the hillside in the grounds of a private house in Cheong Mon, this makes for a pleasant hour or so.
Samui Go-Kart – Kids can ride in a double kart with an adult and you have the option of 45 or 75kph max speed. Hairy stuff but great fun if speed is your thing.
Samui Aquarium and Tiger Zoo – the aquarium isnt too bad, with plenty of weird and wonderful specimens – the shark tanks were pretty cool and you could feed turtles – but you’d be correct in assuming the Tiger side has a somewhat Soviet-era feel to it, though they do appear healthy and well taken care of.
Paradise Park – lots of people recommended this place to me, and the setting – high up in the hilly jungle-like interior looking out to sea and the Anthong Marine Park- is breathtaking. The grounds are also pretty nice and there’s even an infinity pool should you fancy a dip. I just had a really hard time with the way some of the animals (beautiful parrots and gibbons) were tethered (chained) and at the mercy of the throngs of tourists who wanted to touch and take endless photos of them. This wasn’t to say they didn’t appear well fed and cared for, but it just ruined the whole thing for me. Unfortunately my eldest adored the place and particularly the deer enclosure and petting area containing bunnies, guinea pigs and albino hedgehogs.
Elephant Trekking – there are various opportunities to get close to elephants (many as part of a 4 wheel drive ‘safari’ into the jungle-like interior) but this was a tad too intrepid for us with a 1 year old so perhaps better suited to slightly older kids, but seemed to be pretty popular.
The Beach – duh…actually I always find the beach rather stressful with very young children who want to eat sand and repeatedly dive in to the sea, all while refusing to wear a hat in often blistering conditions. So we preferred to time it around the afternoon nap when we could settle at a beachside Thai restaurant and our eldest could run about while we ‘supervised’ with delicious, inexpensive grub and an ice cold beer or two. Perfect.
My final post will have the benefit of Daddy’s presence which means Mummy gets to share some of the more grown-up things Samui has to offer.
To Tweed Or Not To Tweed : Ralph Lauren’s RUGBY comes to London
Posted: September 5, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing To Buy, Absolutely Nothing To Wear Leave a commentI’ve been surrounded by an awful lot of tweed recently (it’s what comes of living in the countryside) and I think I might be forming somewhat of a liking for it. I’ve always secretly loved the idea of tweed flat caps and trousers and perhaps even a coat, but was never quite sure I could carry it all off. I wasn’t sure if anyone could carry it all off if I’m honest. Today I visited the new RUGBY store in Covent Garden, the latest UK offering from Ralph Lauren and a veritable haven for all things tweed. It is everything you expect and hope for from the King of preppy and had me hooked the moment I caught a glimpse of the door-boy in his tweed waistcoat and cravat.
The store only opened at the end of August and so has all the excitement and bursting rails you would hope for and all presented by a team of impeccably charming sales staff to boot. The Rugby label was launched back in 2004 and “combines an Ivy Leage-inspired sensibility with an irreverent attitude to create an energetic, modern collection” so reads the press release.
It was quite an assault on my usual tastes to begin with, but being a rather prim and neat dresser, there were all kinds of pieces which I could quite happily covet. The “boyfriend” jeans are perfectly loose in all the right places and the tight, black, jodphurs were a joy to squeeze in to. A sage green silk military inspired blouse and the most fabulous navy double-breasted overcoat, were my absolute must haves but what should I end up trying on? A tweed pencil skirt worn with a puffed sleeve pinstripe blouse, tweed waist-coat and bow tie….yes, I said bow tie. My friend and fashion confidante (Mrs Jenny Dyson) who was suitably tweeded up in the neighbouring dressing room, said it was the perfect outfit for a prim girl like me and verged slightly on the dominatrix. I’m not quite sure, but I can tell you one thing, whatever it was I rather liked it and thanks to Rugby, I shall be changing my view on this most traditional of materials and embracing it whole heartedly for AW.
The RUGBY store can be found at 43 King Street, Covent Garden, WC2
A Wonderful Week Doing Absolutely Nothing
Posted: September 4, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentIt’s been a rather Autumnal week on ANTW as we bid farewell to school holidays and hello to new season clothes.
We’ve chatted with Amy from PPQ who has given us tips about all sorts of Absolutely Nothing, we’ve loved and laughed with Lanvin, heard tales of a very modern Thailand adventure and shared some AW must haves, whilst reminiscing about Miu Miu. Lovely.
Absolutely Nothing To Watch : Lanvin AW 2011 / 12 by Mel Moss
Absolutely Nothing To Talk About : Amy Molyneaux from PPQ by Mel Moss
Absolutely Nothing To Write Home About : Adventures in Lone Parenting, Koh Samui by Samantha Taylor
Absolutely Nothing To Wear : An AW Wish List by Mel Moss
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Absolutely Nothing To Wear : My Autumn Wish List
Posted: September 2, 2011 Filed under: Absolutely Nothing To Wear Leave a commentAh September. The new nursery school term begins…it’s been a very long 3 months for both me and my 3 year old….and it’s time to pack away the Summer clothes. I love this time of year and I am going to embrace it whole fashion heartedly.
I spent 3 blissful hours in the salon chair this morning (Michael Van Clarke – it was heaven) and am now the proud owner of a fringe and a splattering of low lights – to ease the grey. I spent the entire time reading September copies of Vogue and World Of Interiors (I like a fashion/interior mix) and I now have my Autumn / Winter wish list beginning to take shape. It reads as follows – this is a purely selfish and cathartic exercise for my own pleasure so forgive me if I go on a bit :
Neat collared shirts – buttoned to the top. Uniform staple. White, dark grey and navy.
Tailored crop trousers – I’ve realised this is what my wardrobe is really missing and I need some
Silk pyjama trousers – I remembered I own some already from many moons ago! Love it when that happens
Wide “men’s” trousers – always been a personal favourite and will remain so I think
Knee length kick pleat skirts – not pencil, not flared, just nice.
Blazers – the deconstructed variety. I never get on terribly well with the tailored ones – I can’t move properly. And I rather like the idea of double-breasted. That might change…
Capes – I can never have too many
My black Celine Crombie – no need to change a thing about this one
Polo necks – so happy they’re back. I love nothing better than a black polo neck.
Heeled ankle boots with socks – I have the best ones from Celine of old (one pair in navy satin and one in black leather) which I shall wear until they wear themselves out.
Chelsea boots – I’m thinking chocolate brown
Opaque tights – dark grey and navy. Am going to stay bare-legged until the last possible moment though – hence the inclusion of socks
Colours – navy, dark green, black, charcoal and a some bright vermilion red, crisp white and pale grey for colour
Satchel – my old fishing bag will do. Bought for school when I was 14 and used almost every day since.
So in conclusion this AW I shall dress as though it were my first day of the new term.
Think Miu Miu circa 1997 – if you dare to remember that far. It was my favourite fashion year of one of my all time favourite fashion labels and the AW collection was the basis of one of my very first “test” shoots at college. Ah, those were the days…..
Miu Miu SS 1997
Photographer : Peter Lindberg
Model : Angela Lindvall
Miu Miu Aw 1997
Photographer : Glen Luchford
Model : Audrey Marnay
Absolutely Nothing To Write Home About : Adventures in Lone Parenting, Koh Samui, Part 1
Posted: September 2, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentI’m back in Koh Samui; an island I first visited ten years ago, as part of a brief, but fairly impromptu lone sabbatical to Thailand during a stressful time in my life. I’d read Alex Garland’s The Beach, seen the film and needed a change of scenery, and some fun. This was back in the days of cheap long haul flights and a weak Thai Baht meant you could live pretty well on very little once there. The added lure of exotic, palm-fringed beaches and chaotic towns providing a frisson of danger, cemented the decision to throw caution to the wind and take off on an adventure. I felt ever-so-slightly reckless but incredibly brave and, landing in the madness of Bangkok was every bit as exciting and exhilarating as I’d anticipated; a vibrant sensorial pummeling. It was all completely intoxicating to me, and so, with the help of some rather fabulous transvestites selling rocket-fueled cocktails from a psychedelic camper van on the Khao San Road, I started as I meant to go on, and got suitably intoxicated.
All of that seems an entire lifetime away and, indeed, would have seemed inconceivable at the time to think of me now; married with two young boys and living only a hop, skip and a jump away from Thailand. At just over two hours flight, however, Koh Samui is – to an expat like me (in terms of distance at least) – what Spain, Italy or The Algarve is to sun-starved Brits. And so, in a moment of madness, I decided to apply a slightly reverse-escapist logic in order to flee the oppressive heat of Hong Kong in August; by preceding a planned family holiday here (with Daddy) with two weeks of me flying solo with the boys in a villa (actually a less glamorous sounding mews house, in a small private development with shared pool, but very nice nonetheless). Ordinarily the thought of holidaying alone with kids on a tropical island wouldn’t be so daunting if I was staying in a hotel, but the key words to note here are ‘self’ and ‘catering’. That means no room service, restaurant, concierge or babysitting to provide a welcome respite or extra pair of hands; when the eyes you already don’t have in the back of your head, just aren’t enough.
I’d barely left the airport when the first curveball was served- my phone wasn’t picking up a local network. I realised it was locked to my Hong Kong provider and was therefore useless until I could get it unlocked and purchase a local Sim card. To be incommunicado in Thailand with two young children is a little unsettling. The issue was compounded by our location. We’d arrived at night so it was tricky to ascertain exactly where we were in relation to anything but it was clear we weren’t actually near to anything much at all, other than other houses. Daylight confirmed that we were, in fact, situated down a quiet residential lane – in Bang Rak on the North coast- with a couple of other small villa rental developments, and local housing which consists of rustic wooden cottages and modest bungalows amid swaying coconut palms. All very picturesque, but we needed supplies and not a taxi in sight and the couple of housekeeping staff milling around spoke no English and were little help. In fact to find a taxi would actually require a 15 minute walk to the main drag along dusty, pot-hole ridden roads with no pavements, amid throngs of mopeds and 4 wheel drives which appear, seemingly, out of nowhere. Throw in some mangey wildlife consisting of stray cats, dogs and chickens to line the way and you may see why I began to question my decision to brave it alone with a 14 month old in a pushchair and a 4 year old who hates walking.
Nice gaff..but a bit of a schlep from the main road:
I decided that ‘wing it’ was the only way forward and packed the children up, took a deep breath and we all marched out into the searing Thai sun to negotiate all of the above. Needless to say, we didn’t fall into any pot holes, get mauled by rabid dogs or even (astonishingly) get run over, though it did (and still does) get a little hairy at times out on those roads. Actually I was completely thrilled with the fact we were somewhat off the beaten track and could see right off the bat that this would be a very pleasant location and very much the ‘real’ Thailand.
My eldest was thrilled with the local wildlife (note this was at the very end of our lane which was well Tarmac’d, things actually got worse as you headed onto the road proper):
Eventually we got to the main road where we took a quick detour to check out Bang Rak beach. It was Rubbish:
I am, of course, kidding. It’s a peach of a beach actually. And so, feeling pretty happy that we had such a nice beach close(ish) by, we then flagged down a taxi which took us to what has become something of a routine trip; Tesco Lotus. Probably more ‘Lotus’ than the Tesco we know and love, but has what you need and a great little food court with Thai grub that is perfect for take-away dinner back at the house. I found a chap who unlocked the phone and gave me contact with the world. My eldest discovered Swenson ice cream and, to my slight horror (which later turned to prayers of thanks when I was tearing my hair out for distractions) one of those noisy little arcade places full of driving and shooting games and airplane rides. This definitely wasn’t the chicest of starts, but it was the beginning of our little adventure and, once the adrenaline levels had dipped somewhat, I realised we were going to be just fine. All I needed to do next was figure out how we were going to fill our days..
I’ll be posting more from sunny Koh Samui and my adventures in lone- parent vacationing over the next week or so.






























