#The Marylebone Hotel

[thatblondeinfluence]

Christmas in London - Hotel Edition

Christmas in London – Hotel Edition

London during the Christmas season has to be one of my favourite places. All of the shops are decorated, Oxford Street has their Christmas lights up and Covent Garden’s Christmas tree is decorated and ready for the big day. If you’re thinking of coming to London for some Christmas shopping or a festive day out Ice Skating at Alexandra Palace, staying in the right hotel can really make or break…

[archoptical]

Former Westcourt House, Proximity London, 191 Old Marylebone Road.

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of Blink - Part Five

Excerpt from The Times interview with David Tennant - Titled Who's Hot - by Caitlin Moran (March 30, 2007)

A fan since childhood, he has been voted "The Best Doctor Ever" in acknowledgement that his performances, above all others, have best embodied the show's values: anarchy, vigour, moral rigour, silliness and a reverential awe at how big, scary, complex, beautiful and full of bipedal aliens made of foam rubber the Universe is. Meeting him in the tearooms of the Landmark Hotel in Marylebone, it's clear why Davies cast him in the role.  He has a quick wit, excess energy and self-deprecates at every opportunity ("Look at my mobile! It's really boring! It's about as intergalactic as a brick!). He is also, let's be frank, the first hot Doctor. He is the primary timephwoard. He was voted "Hottest Man in the Universe" by The Pink Paper, and New Woman magazine place him at No. 13 in its poll of 10,000 women's crushes - just below Brad Pitt. Tennant, however, disputes this assignation. "Tom Baker!" he says, with a Bakerish roar. "Come on! He was a huge hit with the ladies." He was more of a specialist taste, I offer, primly.  Something that WHSmith would keep behind the counter and you'd have to ask for. "I'm sure Peter Davison was in polls at the time," he continues, gallantly.  Perhaps aware that he is seconds away from attempting to mount a defense of the sexual allure of Sylvester McCoy, Tennant changes the conversation with a confidence that just, to be honest, proves how hot he is. "This is a terrible anecdote, so I must tell it," he says, settling into a chair with a coffee.  "Last year Billie [Piper] and I kept getting invited to guest at award ceremonies but we could never go - we were either filming in Cardiff or we would be presenting Best Wig or something, and what's the point of that?  But when the Brit Awards rolled around, we let it be known through our 'people' that we'd love to present a Brit for Best Drunkard or something.  But, pleasingly for the laws of hubris, they said 'No, we'll be fine, thank you'.  They turned down the Doctor and Rose! Famous across the Universe!"  Tennant does a self-deprecating boggle. Talking to him is a mildly surreal experience. On the one hand, it's the Doctor! You're talking to the Doctor!  On the other hand, he is as obsessive and passionate about the show as any fan. This is a man who can talk about the gravitic anomalyser without a protective layer of irony.

Link to [ part one ] of the Blink Behind-the-scenes posts, or click the whoBtsBlink link, or the full episode list [ here ]

[surprisinglyokay]

Having recently read a fanfic in which Sherlock and John catch trains to various parts of southern England exclusively from London’s Waterloo station, even when this is not the usual/logical route, I’d like to share this for writers who might not be familiar with the whole business of trains in/to/from London.

Let’s start with the history of how and when rail services came to London. This article explains how and why we have so many terminal stations (short version: because when they were built, the railway companies were privately owned and all needed their own terminus in London).

The main terminal stations are Waterloo (south), Paddington (west), Euston (north-west), King’s Cross (north-east), St Pancras (East Midlands and Eurostar), Liverpool Street (east), Fenchurch Street (south-east) and Victoria (south). There are others (see the article linked above and my husband’s comment below).

As we know, within London and the suburbs, these termini are linked by the London Underground (aka The Tube) network. There is also the Docklands Light Railway (DLR) - a driverless system - and other overground rail services. Here is a map of it all from Transport of London (TfL). Baker Street is served by five tube lines: Bakerloo (brown), Metropolitan (maroon), Jubilee (silver), Circle (yellow), and Hammersmith & City (pink). It’s also only a five-minute walk from Marylebone (the nearest terminal) which itself is just behind the Landmark hotel, which we know as the exterior for The Restaurant Scene.

Aside: I think Sherlock is unlikely to catch a bus unless directly related to a case - they’re just too slow for him. But you can find bus maps and all kinds of other TfL mappy delights here.

If you have characters using public transport in the UK, your best bets for accurate research are:

Google Maps (in public transport mode)

National Rail (see the page footer for all the useful stuff)

Transport for London

All these also have apps available.

I’m happy to do Sherlockian Britpicking (my day job is copy-editing) if that’s helpful for you.

If you want to go the full Howard Shilcott, I still very much enjoy reading the rail enthusiasts’ forums posts about the myriad tube-related continuity errors in TEH. I’ll let you Google those for yourself. 😉

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Ran this past my husband (who is totally the full Howard Shilcott) and he made a few corrections (and a lot of faces!) before I posted: he wishes it to be known that he ‘remains unhappy about [my summary of] Fenchurch Street’ and thinks I should add Charing Cross to the list so people know how to get to Kent. So that’s all clear then. 😂

[galina]

Remember a month ago, when we were stood on the steps of the town hall in Marylebone together, throwing confetti and enjoying the shelter of a surprise big red bus. When we collectively put on a rainbow array of snappy suits, fabulous fits, dreamy dresses, and dazzled the city commuters around us. Remember when you choked up in the ceremony and it broke all of our friends who just were trying to hold it together. I heard a single tissue had to be split across a whole row as a life raft. And Jem reading the poem they had written for us which made me start up all over again. And ending out going down the pub like any old day. 

Remember your smile and you holding your hand up with an imaginary camera, mouthing ‘remember this one’.

Remember when we took the party cross-country and shared around tiny bottles of prosecco and Tunnock’s on the train as it sped past fields and hills and towns and god knows what else. When we took the unremarkable small town chain hotel by storm in our numbers (“there are a lot of you” the receptionist said to us when we checked in). 

When we basked in candlelight and that gorgeous string trio. And the photo booth that took a photo just a few seconds after you thought it had and made the funniest candids. Smudged lipstick and a warm arm around you.

Oh – who could forget that moment with the brass band, and how we partied into the early hours. How family and friends and strangers came together and had the best night ever (quickly followed by the best hangover ever). And breakfast the next morning, and the hair of the dog, and seeing our town the day after: for us, it really seemed like it might be a little brighter than usual, a little more air in the air, a little more sun in the sun. And I saw sugar cubes everywhere. 

For weeks we’ve been unable to stop reminiscing about what was undoubtedly one of the most fun and love-filled weekends we’ve had in our lives. Remembering and laughing with friends about all the shining, unreal, wonderful moments, I feel so happy and lucky to still be here when in the past I never imagined any of this kind of love. Just had to dump it all out here, sincere and lovesick as it is. 

[mcflythrills78]

Dougie Poynter and Matt Willis attending the launch of the new Next collection at Marylebone Hotel, London

(Photo by Ian West/PA Images via Getty Images)

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 5 - Dinner

Mycroft allowed her a few days to settle back into her life before phoning one evening to see if she still wanted to have dinner with him.

‘Of course, I’d love to. I’m working the next two nights, but I should be free Thursday.’ She said, enthusiastically.

He could hear the sounds of the busy restaurant she worked in, she’d mentioned something before about working two jobs during the summer, one was a table waiting job at a very classy hotel in Mayfair, and the other was the café in Baker Street where Mrs Hudson had asked if she fancied working mornings over the summer and earn a little extra money. As far as Mycroft could remember, she enjoyed both jobs, never complaining or dwelling on the difficult customers, just getting on with the job she had.

‘Thursday is fine,’ Mycroft sat down at his desk, finishing up for the day. ‘Is seven alright with you?’

‘Yeah, seven is great, just let me know where to meet you.’

‘Or I could send a car.’ Mycroft waited a moment to hear her objection.

‘You know what, screw it, I’ve been working hard, I deserve a little indulgence, right?’

‘Of course, we all need time to relax once in a while.’ Mycroft was glad that he could at least convince her to let him see her safely to the restaurant, anything else would be a bonus. ‘The car will be waiting at six forty-five on the button.’

‘Great. Where are we going so I know what to wear?’ She quickly told someone beyond the phone that she was just about to head back and she wouldn’t be much longer.

‘Well, as per your request, there’s a place on the Marylebone Road that I thought would suit us both rather nicely. Nothing too fancy, not too busy, but has almost anything you could ask for in a restaurant.’ Mycroft hoped he’d chosen well, it was a little higher class than the café she worked in, but it wouldn’t be overwhelmingly fancy.

‘Well, I will trust your judgment, Mr Holmes, I can’t imagine you’d choose anywhere less than adequate.’ That made him chuckle. He heard the sounds of someone shouting for her to help out. ‘I’d best go, they need me on the floor, something about some Russian politician.’

‘Yes, of course. Word to the wise, the politician you are referring to prefers the Dom Perignon Vintage 2003 champagne, if he’s being difficult, a bottle will ease the situation.’ Mycroft remembered an awkward moment a few years back.

‘Oh really? He is being a bit difficult actually. Thanks for the advice.’

‘Anytime. I look forward to Thursday.’

‘Me too.’ It was the widest smile he’d heard since the phone call started.

Mycroft left her to the rest of her shift and prayed she made it home safely as he did every night. Thursday at seven could not come soon enough. He got Anthea to make the arrangements and the look she gave him was not one he appreciated.

‘How would you like me to record it in the diary, sir?’ She said with a hint of glee.

‘Business meeting, what else?’ Mycroft gestured for her to get on with things and leave him be for the remainder of the evening. He wasn’t interested in any of her conclusions that she was probably drawing at that moment.

Mycroft left an hour earlier than he usually would on Thursdays, Anthea didn’t question it, she simply got on with her job of being the gate keeper and kept all visitors out of his office until the following day.

He went home, showered and put on the navy suit he knew Bethany liked. Mycroft kept reminding himself that this wasn’t a date, he didn’t need to impress her, he just needed to be himself and spend time with a friend. He sent a message to Anthea asking only urgent messages make it through to his phone that evening, she obliged and wished him well. He knew she was just being nice, but he’d rather she didn’t know anything at all.

Mycroft checked the time upon arriving at the restaurant, he was five minutes early and thankfully had a couple of emails to check.

‘Mr Holmes.’ The concierge said upon seeing him. ‘Good to see you again, may I take your coat, sir.’ Mycroft was polite enough and handed over his black coat, it was a little warm to be wearing a coat at all, but the night would get cooler soon. ‘We have your table ready, out of the way and quiet as requested. Is there anything else we can do to make your visit any more comfortable, sir?’

He led Mycroft through the restaurant to his usual table. ‘Yes, actually. Miss Wheeler will be joining me tonight, please see to it that she isn’t overwhelmed on her arrival.’

Luckily, the Concierge understood exactly what Mycroft meant and nodded curtly. ‘May I be bold sir, but is Miss Wheeler of particular importance?’

‘Just a friend.’ Mycroft appreciated the delicacy with which he asked the question, though didn’t enjoy being asked.

‘Very good, sir.’ The Concierge gave a slight bow and headed back to the podium while Mycroft got on with any last minute work he had to do.

His usual table was one at the edge of the restaurant in a small booth fit for two people, he didn’t often do business here, it was designed more for more social occasions. Mycroft had chosen this place because he was sure he wouldn’t run into any unsavoury characters, but he could also show Bethany a little of what his lifestyle looked like. He was in a world of his own and barely noticed his favourite wine being brought to the table, when the Concierge caught his attention.

‘Mr Holmes?’

‘Hm? Yes?’ Mycroft looked up to see Bethany smiling down at him.

He was stilled for a moment, just long enough to take her in properly. She wore a mauve, knee length cocktail dress, a conservative v-neck and one that had a little ruffle from the waist down, he imagined she found it a little more freeing that the tighter dress he’d seen her in at the wedding. Her legs slotted elegantly into her simple black heels and she had gone easy with any make up, preferring the natural beauty she had, her freckles were just about visible in the dimmer light of the restaurant and Mycroft suddenly felt nervous. He hadn’t been nervous about anything for a very long time, let alone a single person.

‘Miss Wheeler.’ Mycroft stood to greet her properly, placing a soft kiss to her cheek, inhaling her ginger shampoo and inviting her to sit down opposite him.

‘Oh, come off it, am I ever going to convince you to call me Beth? Even Bethany is better.’ She said, playfully, but taking the seat opposite anyway.

‘Apologies Bethany,’ Mycroft couldn’t stop his smile. She was everything she thought she wasn’t, elegant, pretty and a player to be reckoned with. ‘I will do my best.’

‘You’ve lost weight since I last saw you.’ It meant the world to Mycroft that she noticed.

‘Well, staying in shape has it’s advantages.’ He smiled.

‘Well, you look good.’ She bit her lip teasing him a little and he couldn’t help a small chuckle. ‘Blue suit.’ She pointed out. ‘Nice choice.’

Mycroft was glad that she was able to slide into her comfort zone and start teasing with him right from the start, it gave him hope that she wouldn’t be too overwhelmed by her surroundings. They made idle small talk – something Mycroft usually hated – and he asked her about her time in Austria which meant him watching her smile uncontrollably and tell him epic tales from hiking over mountains, falling down slopes, watching sunrises and sunsets, drinking by a fire and singing songs with her friends whilst constantly getting the words wrong. It also meant he had a chance to observe the way she told stories and perhaps something of an insight into her inner workings.

For the most part, Mycroft couldn’t do anything but listen, where he would normally tune in and out and take in the rest of the person he was with, deducing most of the information by observation only, he was suddenly scared that he would miss something important. She didn’t drink a lot, but two glasses of wine he felt was enough to allow her to relax enough to tell him a little more about her degree and the things she wanted to do with it.

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Bethany said, after the waiter, who had been kindly quiet whilst serving them, took their main course plates away. ‘I always wanted to be some kind of forensic scientist, but now I’m not so sure. I might end up working in research at Barts.’

‘Forensic science is a perfectly respectable route,’ Mycroft said, twisting his wine glass between his fingers. ‘What changed your mind?’

‘I’m not sure really,’ Bethany said, leaning on her hand. ‘I suppose I just don’t feel the pull towards it that I once felt. You have to do what makes you happy, right?’

‘Most certainly.’ Mycroft sat up and leaned forward a little as well. ‘So, what makes you happy?’

He saw her dark eyes, blacken momentarily and her cheeks show a light dusting of pink. ‘Well, there’s a question.’ She said, taking a mouthful of wine to cool down somewhat. ‘I suppose travelling makes me happy, I really enjoyed Austria… science makes me happy, it’s straight forward and complex, but there’s so much room for discovery, if that makes any sense.’ She chuckled.

‘It makes perfect sense.’ Mycroft nodded, not being able to take his eyes off of her. ‘Though I suspect you have left something out.’ Her eyes locked with his. ‘A faint redness on your cheeks when I asked and you needed to take a mouthful of wine, presumably to cool down, before answering. So, may I be so bold as to ask what you left out of your answer?’

Bethany tried not to smile too much, instead holding his gaze and her own nerve. ‘I will answer your question, if and only if, you can answer mine.’ Mycroft gave a brief frown, but gestured for her to ask. ‘I see a very, very thin ring of blue in your eyes, pupils fully dilated and you haven’t stopped smiling since I arrived. Mycroft Holmes, do you like me more than you’re letting on?’

Mycroft was a little taken back, he’d never been looked at so closely before, not by a woman anyway and not by someone he wasn’t sure he wanted looking at him that closely. He swallowed nervously which was enough to confirm her suspicions.

‘My position does not afford me the opportunity to indulge in many occasions such as these,’ Mycroft said, not breaking the eye contact. ‘But I have made the effort to spend this evening with you. Tell me, what can we deduce about that?’

Bethany chuckled. ‘Most people would just confess.’

‘Yes, but as has been long since established, I’m not most people.’

‘No, you are not.’

It was a moment where they simply watched each other, waiting for the next move to be made, when something very unexpected happened.

‘Mycroft?’

He knew that voice and felt his whole being groan with disappointment. He prayed that Bethany would either not be noticed or be smart enough to remain quiet.

‘Lady Smallwood.’ Mycroft said, standing up and holding his hand up to indicate for Bethany to remain seated, which thankfully she did.

‘I didn’t expect to see you here.’ She said, her husband standing just behind her out of the way. ‘My office tried to call you tonight, we have things to discuss and you’re aware of the timescale we have with which to work with.’

‘Yes, but it’s nothing that cannot wait until the morning,’ he tried so hard to be polite. ‘No one is going to make a move for at least thirty-six hours and therefore we have time to assess the situation and we should do so methodically. We can’t rush this.’

‘No, I suppose you’re right.’ She admitted and Mycroft hoped she’d move along, but she definitely landed her gaze on Bethany and her expression said it all. ‘Well, well, aren’t you going to introduce us to your dinner guest, Mycroft?’

He really didn’t want to, but in the interest of civility, he didn’t have much choice.

‘Of course, this is Miss Bethany Wheeler.’ Mycroft held his hand out for Bethany to use to help herself up, her hand was warm and soft and for a moment Mycroft didn’t want to let go. ‘Miss Wheeler, this is Lady Smallwood, though I’m afraid I can’t tell you more than that.’

‘Pleasure to meet you, Lady Smallwood.’ Bethany said, politely. Somehow Mycroft’s hand had found it’s way to the small of her back, the curve of her spine was making him feel warm and he had no explanation as to why.

‘And you, Miss Wheeler.’ Mycroft knew that look and this was either about to go very wrong very quickly, or Bethany would surprise him. ‘And what’s your relation to our Mr Holmes?’

‘My relation?’ Bethany frowned. ‘I’m just a friend catching up on a few things. I apologise that I took Mr Holmes away from what seem to be important matters this evening, but I do hope you enjoyed yourself nonetheless.’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Well, I just notice that you’re on your way out the door, not in.’ Bethany had a very good poker face and if it had not have been for Mycroft spending the last hour and half watching her intently, he would have been fooled by her innocence as well. ‘Which means you can’t have tried very hard to get in contact with Mr Holmes, so I just assumed that after finding out that he was unavailable, you decided to spend what was eventually a free evening in the company of your husband, which is lovely, it’s good to make time for the people we deem important.’

Lady Smallwood just watched her, slightly baffled. ‘What was it you did again?’

‘Oh, I’m just a friend of Mr Holmes.’ Bethany was very good and Mycroft couldn’t help but be impressed by her.

‘I’m sure you are.’ Lady Smallwood decided against asking her to be more specific. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow Mycroft.’

‘Of course, I’ll set up a meeting for the afternoon once I’ve had time to look over the details.’ Mycroft smiled and watched the Smallwoods leave the restaurant. ‘Nicely played.’ He said, quietly and close to Bethany. He could once again smell her wonderfully, warming ginger shampoo.

‘That’s years of waiting table for difficult politicians finally paying off.’ She chuckled and Mycroft gestured for them to sit down again. Hating having to take his hand away from her back, he missed the contact.

‘I see your skills in negotiation rival the government’s,’ Mycroft smiled, enjoying where they were heading back to. ‘I should offer you a position in my office.’

‘Oh please, you think the government would hire a big anarchist like me?’

‘Perhaps you’re right.’ Mycroft conceded. ‘Maybe I will need to reconsider putting surveillance on you after all.’

Bethany laughed and once again it ignited Mycroft.

‘So, what’s the deal with Lady Smallwood?’ She suddenly asked, making Mycroft frown. ‘Well, it’s obvious she fancies you.’

‘Obvious?’ Mycroft said, slightly alarmed. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Well, she was furious that you’re having dinner with me,’ Bethany chuckled. ‘She basically ignored her husband and she was well within two feet of you when she first approached. Does she do that normally?’ Mycroft thought for a moment and the silence confirmed Bethany’s suspicions. ‘I’ll take that as a yes. She definitely has a thing for you.’

‘She’s married.’

‘Well, you should know that especially when working in government, it’s not likely to stop people seeking an affair.’ Bethany was revealing a whole new stream of ideas that Mycroft had never considered before. ‘Personally, I think it’s all about the thrill.’

‘The thrill?’ Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

‘The thrill of getting caught.’ Bethany nodded, finishing her wine. ‘Are you telling me you’ve never even thought about it? The possibility that someone could find you attractive enough to want to have an illicit love affair with you.’

If Mycroft was entirely honest with himself, someone finding him attractive full stop was a far off dream he’d never really entertained.

‘No,’ he shook his head, looking down a little ashamed. ‘The thought never occurred to me.’

Bethany didn’t look at him with any pity, instead she was still smiling. ‘You know, I think you are one of the most surprising and enigmatic men I have ever met, and I hang around with your brother.’

‘How so?’

‘Well, I thought at first you were just a fancy, posh boy,’ she made him chuckle a little. ‘Someone who lacked any sense of compassion as per the rules of working in government, but it’s become very clear that there is more to you than a good suit.’

‘Are you telling me you see through my ties? Because that would ruin my reputation.’

Bethany laughed once again. ‘Oh, I’m starting to see you a little clearer that’s all. What does that do for your reputation?’

Mycroft thought for a moment. ‘I’m sure it would utterly destroy it.’ They sat in silence for a moment longer, before Mycroft needed her to talk some more, anything to clear his mind from where it was heading. ‘Tell me what else makes you happy?’

She smiled, biting her lip once again and Mycroft let the idle thought of his own teeth grazing her lips pass through his mind.

‘I suppose just the usual things,’ she shrugged, leaning on her arms on the table and pushing her chest up unconsciously, he was certain she wasn’t doing it intentionally, but it was having a slight effect on him. ‘Music, reading, films. What about you? What do you do in whatever spare time you get?’

Mycroft took a breath and looked up as if thinking on the question. ‘I’m afraid I don’t get a lot of spare time, but when I do, classic film noir is my usual activity of choice.’

‘Film noir?’ She seemed surprised. ‘Black and white films about sexy detective and damsels in distress. Well, that is not what I thought you’d say at all. I bet you have a fancy cinema room.’

Mycroft grinned. ‘I prefer a projector.’

‘Really? With real film roll?’

‘Of course.’ Mycroft nodded, finding it interesting how much she was genuinely interested in his projector. ‘How else would I get the full effect?’

‘Well, indeed.’ She flirted a little, making him feel the need to loosen his tie. ‘What’s your favourite film?’

‘I’m afraid I can’t narrow it down to one.’

‘You have that many rolls of film and a big enough collection that you cannot pick a single one as your favourite?’

‘Afraid so.’ He said and then did something tremendously out of character. ‘I could show you, if it was of interest to you?’

‘Mycroft, are you inviting me back to yours?’

‘The night is still young, Miss Wheeler. There’s still time to drive you home, I assure you.’

Mycroft didn’t want her to think that this was anything more than him simply sharing something he enjoyed and Bethany seemed to understand that. She wasn’t expecting anything. He paid the bill and they left the restaurant, taking his usual black town car back to his home.

Mycroft hadn’t seen her enter the restaurant, but her grey coat only made her look taller and more slender, something he didn’t realise he appreciated so much, but it made her look like something out of one of his films.

When she sat next to him in the car, he noticed a cut just above her knee, without even thinking, he asked about it, his finger landing just at the edge of the cut and on her incredibly soft and smooth skin.

‘Oh, it’s from where I fell down one of the slopes,’ she said, not bothering to move his hand away. ‘It goes up quite far actually, but it doesn’t hurt that much, more irritating than anything.’

Mycroft took his hand away and smiled. He proceeded to ask her about where she had fallen and if she at least enjoyed the view, which she was much more enthusiastic about.

They made it back to his home and she teased him about living in a small castle, he didn’t think his home was that large, but she quickly reminded him that she was essentially living in a house the size of his reception with four other people, size was relative.

Mycroft gave her a quick tour, taking note of the fact that she thought his house was huge so probably looking in the spare rooms wasn’t that important.

‘You have a suit of armour in your gym?’ She exclaimed, laughing.

‘What’s wrong with that?’ He sighed, but still had a smile on his face.

‘Nothing, it’s just very you.’ Bethany gestured for him to continue and eventually they ended up in his home cinema.

Mycroft took her coat and hung both his and hers up in the corner. He showed her his collection behind some sliding doors that sat to the left of the room and asked her to pick one.

‘What? Any one at all?’ Bethany had a hint of amazement.

‘I’ll be back in a moment.’ Mycroft headed into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some more wine along with two glasses. By the time he’d returned, she’d only made it a third of the way across his collection. ‘Anything catch your eye?’ He asked, approaching behind her and once again inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

‘A couple of them,’ her head turned just slightly when he realised how close he was standing, her voice was a little lower. ‘I’ve always wanted to see The Lady From Shanghai.’

‘A worthy selection.’ Mycroft smiled, he could see her eyes were entirely black, but he was unsure of how to react. He cleared his throat and avoided doing what he wanted to do.

‘Let’s watch that then.’ Bethany saved them both the embarrassment.

Mycroft took his suit jacket off and gestured for her to sit down on his two-seater and make herself comfortable. Bethany watched him loosen his tie and start setting up for the film.

‘What made you get a projector then?’ She asked. He noticed she was watching him carefully, each movement he made under her gaze and he honestly didn’t mind.

‘Well, a few things, but I suppose a concise answer would be because I wanted one.’ He raised his eyebrows playfully.

‘Oh, I see, so whatever the British Government wants, he gets.’

‘Precisely.’ Mycroft had never winked at a single person in his life, but it felt natural when he did it to Bethany, like she was the only person worthy of such a thing.

He listened to her laughing and finished setting up. Bethany reached up to turn off the lights, handed him another glass of wine and finally he settled next to her. Mycroft was suddenly aware that he’d just sat down close to her body and put his arm behind her, crossing his legs. He wasn’t touching her or behaving in any inappropriate manner, but it certainly felt intimate and it was slightly confusing for a moment.

Mycroft settled and eventually they were able to enjoy the film. It wasn’t especially long, but he noticed Bethany was enthralled nonetheless, she loved the film and that on its own had made the whole night worth it.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, just observing her curiously, watching every little reaction she had to the film, he’d never sat and watched a film with anyone before, save for when he was a child. He liked it when he could see her getting entirely absorbed in the film and her face would relax and work of it’s own accord, the small smiles tugging at her soft lips, her eyebrows knitting together displaying sympathy or confusion and her breathing adjusting to each line indicating how she connected to it. A stunning display of human emotion that Mycroft was more than willing to observe.

Bethany finished her glass of wine, setting it down on the table next to her and when she leaned back, he could feel her warm body pressing gently into his. The weight was welcomed and even craved on his part.

‘Sorry.’ She smiled gently, about to move a little away from him.

‘It’s fine.’ Mycroft blurted out, realising that he showed himself a little more than comfortable with the contact. Bethany picked up on it straight away and smiled again, settling closer against him, her knees pulled up to her chest and he could smell the intoxicating scent of her shampoo once again.

By the time the film was finished, Mycroft was in a state of blurred bliss. He didn’t want to move, he just wanted to remain pressed against Bethany, to actually be able to hold her would be a sublime privilege that he felt entirely unworthy of.

‘What did you think?’ Mycroft asked, almost pressed his mouth into her soft, frizzy hair. He wondered if it was the wild nature of her looks that he liked, a complete contrast to the neat and rigid surroundings he usually associated himself with.

‘Of the film? Or everything else?’ She asked, her voice taking on as equally as low tone. It was only then that Mycroft realised his hand, that had been previously resting on the back of his two-seater, was now stroking her soft skin on her arm.

‘I apologise.’ He said, removing his hand and feeling rather embarrassed at his actions. He was about to get up and put everything away when she stopped him.

‘Why are you sorry, Mycroft?’ It was the way her lips wrapped around his name that had his whole body weakening.

‘I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.’ Mycroft swallowed thickly.

There was just something about the way she was looking at him that told him that he had no reason to apologise. She had a faint smile playing on her lips and Mycroft couldn’t help but watch her, take in every detail of her face. Without even noticing, he’d somehow shifted closer, foreheads almost touching, he could smell ginger, her hand found his, her fingers tracing his palm and soon she was guiding his hand up to her jaw.

Mycroft had so little experience in this area, but he knew how to read people and how to figure out what they wanted quickly and precisely. On this occasion, Mycroft felt patience was a virtue, he couldn’t rush anything or move with any hint of uncertainty on her part. He traced the tips of his fingers across her jaw line, taking careful note of the change in her breathing, it was now shallow and quicker. His thumb grazed over her bottom lip, just feeling the softness and hearing the soft sigh of pleasure that came from her throat, it was everything Mycroft had wanted to hear.

He swallowed nervously, but could no longer bring himself to resist. Mycroft slid his thumb away to her warm cheek, the tips of his fingers pressing gently into her hairline, something he hadn’t realised would affect her so much. Her eyes were closed and he took one last moment to take a mental screenshot, he would burn it into his mind forever and always remember it as the happiest he’d ever felt.

Mycroft finally moved his mouth close to hers, feeling her breath against him, his lips grazed hers and another soft sigh could be heard. He added the pressure they both sorely needed and suddenly he could feel his whole body reacting, her hands had found their way to his chest, half pulling him closer towards her, half uncertain.

Mycroft slid his mouth over hers, feeling a small wave of confidence hit him as his tongue came out to swipe along her lip, she let out another sigh and he couldn’t resist gently dragging his teeth along the same lip she had teased him with for so long. He heard his own sigh of relief that, yes, it was as good as he hoped it would be. Bethany was beautiful in every sense and this was all the confirmation he needed to know that he’d fallen for her.

Time seemed to escape Mycroft, but the ache of his body did not. All that could be heard was those wonderful soft sighs that he was responsible for forcing from her, and that of the film roll running out on the projector. He hadn’t dared go too far, but just kissing her lightly, passionately, greedily and tenderly was a pleasure he hadn’t known he needed.

Mycroft slowed his movements and felt the instant disappointment in her.

‘I…’ he started, panting slightly and hearing the cracking of his own voice. ‘I haven’t done this for a while.’ He said, still kissing her between sentences, he just couldn’t get enough. ‘I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.’

Mycroft kissed her again, but this time felt her smiling. ‘We don’t have to do anything else, Mycroft.’ Her voice was silky and soft and he desperately wanted her. ‘Not if you don’t want to.’

He couldn’t help his chuckle. ‘I think you underestimate how much I want to.’ He was glad he could make her chuckle as well. ‘Tell me what to do.’ He breathed, kissing her lightly, just savouring the taste of her for a few moments longer.

‘What do you want to do?’

‘I want you.’ Mycroft responded almost instinctively. He heard her suck in a harsh breath, the indication that she wanted him as well, but still he hesitated.

Bethany’s hand pressed against his chest, telling him to take a moment to stop. ‘Mycroft, there’s no shame in not being ready. I can wait.’ She said, placing her own kiss on his lips. Until that moment, he’d been kissing her, but the simple act of her returning the gesture was enough to satisfy him completely.

Her fingers found the small patch of chest hair that always stuck out from his shirt collar, he was often embarrassed by it, but somehow when she touched him like that, the delicacy, it was everything to him. She moved up his neck and gently caressed the back of his neck, pulling him into one last kiss.

Mycroft hummed against her and felt the reaction of her body lifting up a little. He wished he could have found the courage to simply have what he wanted, but somehow the first night they went to dinner and he truly got to know her, ending up kissing her for the first time on his two-seater in the middle of his projector room, this wasn’t the way he wanted to be with her.

Bethany smiled against him again, knowingly.

‘I’m sorry.’ Mycroft whispered, but she wasn’t in the slightest bit disappointed with him, Bethany just kissed him softly again and they remained close until he realised how late it was. ‘I should take you home.’ He said.

Bethany opened her eyes, having nearly fallen asleep so close to him. Part of him wished she did so that he could watch her resting peacefully, but then again, he would only have been tempted to take her to bed with him.

Mycroft got them both up and continued to be the gentleman he was, holding her coat for her, opening the car door and never overstepping the boundary that had now been placed between them. The car ride was a little more awkward than he had intended, but Bethany just smiled at him and made him feel more relaxed. She reached across and held his hand when it was clear he was slightly tense, something he hadn’t known he needed until she did it.

‘I apologise that tonight did not end on a high note.’ He said as they pulled into the darkened street that she lived on.

‘I don’t know, it ended pretty well if you ask me.’ That gorgeous smile was back and Mycroft felt settled once again. ‘You don’t need to keep apologising, Mycroft. You just need to be yourself.’ She leaned over and placed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Let me know if you want to do this again sometime, until then, try not to cause too much trouble.’ Bethany winked at him and never had he felt so calm around another person.

‘I could say the same to you.’ Mycroft shot back. ‘Goodnight, Bethany.’

‘Goodnight, Mycroft.’ She smiled and got out of the car, heading inside her home.

Mycroft was driven back to his house and his driver left in a slightly annoyed mood, but it really wasn’t Mycroft’s main concern at that moment. He was replayed the night in his head over and over again, more specifically, he was remembering the feel of Bethany’s lips against his and the regret he felt at doing nothing more than that.

He went to bed a little frustrated, but happy nonetheless.

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London, 50 years ago today: another trip to the theater, another brush with the Troubles

On Boxing Day 1973, my parents and I went to see a revue, Carry On London, at the Victoria Palace Theatre.

You read that correctly: at just 12 years of age, I was taken to see a Carry On show. I was exposed to a lot as a child. The following autumn we saw the national tour of A Little Night Music, which is pretty racy stuff when you get right down to it. A couple of years later it was Design for Living, which is arguably racier.

I don't think that it did me any harm. A great deal went over my head. Here, for example, is a speech from Design for Living: "I love you. You love me. You love Otto. I love Otto. Otto loves you. Otto loves me. There now! Start to unravel from there." That left me utterly mystified at the time: everyone loves everyone else, so what's the problem? Not until I was most of the way through college and had had certain unfortunate real-world experiences did it dawn on me that sex was somehow involved in this.

The main thing that I remember from Carry On London was the topless dancers. They actually weren't completely topless, as they wore gold lamé coverings over the tips of their breasts. I had begun to get a sense of what a human female breast was supposed expected to look like, and I knew that these weren't it: they were conical rather than hemispherical, and they drooped.

At any rate: it was a fairly brief show, and there were two performances each night. We went to the early one and then tried to hail a cab. There were none to be had. Someone advised us that we'd do better at the end of the second show.

There was some discussion about going into the neighboring pub, the Stage Door. My parents weren't too sure about that: was it legal for me to be in a pub? Besides which, people smoked in pubs — forget it! There were still no cabs, so after half an hour or so we set out on foot.

I'm not sure where we were staying: during the first part of our visit we were in a borrowed apartment in Marylebone High Street, the home of a family friend (Nina Froud, if that name means anything to anyone); when she returned and needed her space back, we moved to a hotel in Montague Street. (I remember it as a wonderful place; then known as the the White Hall, it's still a going concern.) Either way, the walk took about an hour.

On arrival, we learned that during the late performance of Carry On London a bomb had gone off in the Stage Door pub! (My memory is that we knew this as soon as we walked in the door, which suggests to me that we were at the hotel.) It was one of two bombs that went off in London that night, as The Times reported on the following day:

Unsurprisingly, Fleet Street covered this story extensively, although there wasn't complete agreement about the details: whether anyone was injured, whether there was any advance warning, and — some things never change, apparently — whether or not to use the word "terrorism" in describing these incidents. Proceeding roughly from right to left, here's a sample:

From the Daily Telegraph:

The Daily Mail:

The Guardian:

The Daily Mirror (Image ©The British Library Board. All Rights Reserved):

Even the Financial Times carried the news:

More than two dozen American newspapers (and the Jerusalem Post) picked up the story, via United Press International. Here's the fullest version I found, in the Houston (Texas) Chronicle:

"I was a war baby, you know." My father was much taken with that remark. It became a catchphrase of his for years afterwards.

[grandmaster-anne]

Court Circular | 7th March 2023

Buckingham Palace

The King and The Queen Consort today visited Colchester to mark its recently awarded city status and were received this morning at Colchester Castle Museum, Castle Park, by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Essex (Mrs Jennifer Tolhurst), the Museums Manager, Colchester City Council (Mrs Philippa Pickles) and the Mayor of Colchester (Councillor Tim Young). His Majesty, escorted by the Lord-Lieutenant, and Her Majesty, escorted by the Mayor, toured the Museum, viewing artefacts and displays, and meeting members of staff, volunteers and representatives from Colchester Garrison, community groups, local businesses, conservation projects and arts organisations. The King and The Queen Consort this afternoon visited Colchester Library, Trinity Square, Colchester, and were received by Rear Admiral Roy Clare (Vice Lord-Lieutenant of Essex). Their Majesties met beneficiaries, volunteers and members of staff from Age UK and the Silver Line at an Afternoon Tea, and subsequently were briefed about the Library’s impact in the community through the Essex Year of Reading. The Prince of Wales, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle this morning.

Kensington Palace

The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron, the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales, this morning held an Early Years Meeting.

St James’s Palace

The Earl of Wessex this morning visited the City of London Academy Shoreditch Park, 40 Hyde Road, London N1. His Royal Highness, Patron, the National Youth Theatre of Great Britain, this evening attended the “Make A Splash” Gala Dinner at the Londoner, 38 Leicester Square, London WC2. The Countess of Wessex, Patron, Dystrophic Epidermolysis Bullosa Research Association, this afternoon attended a Lunch at the Landmark Hotel, 222 Marylebone Road, London NW1. Her Royal Highness, Patron, Vision Foundation, later held a Meeting.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, this afternoon attended the Grand Military Meeting at Sandown Racecourse, Portsmouth Road, Esher, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Surrey (Mr Michael MoreMolyneux).

St James’s Palace

The Duke of Kent, Grand Master, United Grand Lodge of England, this evening attended the Board of Grand Stewards Dinner at Brooks’s, St James’s Street, London SW1.

[galadriel1010]

This is one of my latest acquisitions, bought at an actual auction (I didn't attend and didn't even get to see the lot because I was so sick I slept through it, but the gavel physically went down on it). It arrived last week and I'm finally scanning it in.

It is, I believe, a player's guide to the 1924-25 MCC Ashes tour of Australia. This was in the days before the England Cricket Team, when we were represented instead by the Marylebone Cricket Club. I don't think these were general issue, as the back page lists all the tour travel dates and all the hotels they were using. (Seriously, how cool is this?)

The best bit about it is that crease across the middle where it's been folded to fit in someone's pocket, and pencil notes on the list of fixtures to identify those which were called off.

[alarrytale]

Harry is always bein lg spotted in Marylebone - yesterday and today and many times this past yeae. It's 3.3 miles from Hampstead and much more central. Do you think he and Louis have a house there?

Hi, anon!

It could very well be that they have a place in central London. Or he's staying with Gemma, friends or he's living at a hotel while he works in central London.

I agree with you that i don't think he's going back and forth from Hampstead to central London everyday.

[thedreamytrek]

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[archoptical]

Former Westcourt House, Proximity London, 191 Old Marylebone Road.

[centralparkcollection]

8 Reasons Why Royal Eagle Hotel Should Be Your Next London Stay

Looking for the perfect place to stay in London? There are so many hotels to choose from and it’s hard to find a place that has all the right amenities, a central location, has reasonable rates, and attentive staff. 

Well, here is one hotel in Central London that fits the bill. Here are 8 reasons why you should book a stay at the Royal Eagle Hotel London today.

Desirable location in Central London

The Royal Eagle Hotel London is located in a beautiful Victorian building in the peaceful and calm Bayswater neighbourhood. It’s the kind of place where you can get your shuteye and feel removed from the hustle and bustle.

World-class amenities at the Royal Eagle Hotel

All guest rooms at the Royal Eagle Hotel London have private bathrooms and all the amenities essential for a comfortable stay. These include top-notch bed linens, a desk, a television, a hair dryer, and tea/coffee-making facilities. Some rooms have a pleasant view over the leafy terrace. Rooms are available for solo travellers, couples, and families. 

Close to public transport and London airport connections 

The Royal Eagle Hotel is a two minute walk from Paddington Station. This station has speedy connections to Heathrow Airport via the Heathrow Express and Elizabeth Line. Meanwhile, the London Underground station is served by the Bakerloo, Circle, and District lines. 

Welcome drinks and other perks

Those who book directly with the hotel will be greeted with a welcome glass of wine or beer on the house. Or, if you prefer, you can request early check in, late check out, or luggage storage. Book directly on the Royal Eagle Hotel London website to take advantage of these bonuses. 

Nutritious breakfast 

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and this boutique hotel excels with a continental buffet breakfast of pastries, cereals, cold cuts, and seasonal fruits. If you feel like something heavier, you can request a cooked-to-order English breakfast. 

Dozens of places to eat locally

The Royal Eagle Hotel is within walking distance of restaurants, cafes, and pubs where you will find a variety of British and international eats. 

The immediate Paddington area is known for its independent eateries while the station itself has several trendy restaurants by the iconic platform. There is also Paddington Basin with its buzzing waterfront bistros and bars. 

Marylebone High Street has chic European-inspired delis and friendly gastropubs. Notting Hill is where to go for organic food and craft cocktails while Mayfair has you covered for Michelin-starred menus and upscale suppers. 

Free Wi-Fi around the clock

It’s important to stay connected while travelling and have access to the internet for booking tours. Not all hotels in Central London offer free Wi-Fi but this boutique hotel near Hyde Park does.

Romantic packages for couples 

Planning a romantic weekend in London? The hotel can prepare your suite with rose petals, towel swans, and a chilled bottle of champagne. Just be sure to select the romantic package when booking a night at the Royal Eagle Hotel London.

[lbnhotelsandtours]

ABC Hyde Park Hotel in London: A Hidden Gem

Tucked away on a quiet tree-lined street just steps from the hustle and bustle of Marble Arch, you’ll find the ABC Hyde Park Hotel. This charming 4-star boutique hotel is a hidden gem providing luxury accommodations and an intimate atmosphere in the heart of London. 

Despite its small size with only 49 rooms, ABC Hyde Park punches above its weight when it comes to amenities, service, and location. This makes it one of the best hotel deals in Marble Arch for travelers looking for a relaxing home away from home during their London holiday.

A Boutique Feel

The ABC Hyde Park Hotel in London is housed in a traditional 19th century townhouse giving it a lovely boutique aesthetic. No two rooms are the same, with each featuring its own unique layout and décor. Expect a cozy living room atmosphere with tasteful furniture, calming color palettes, and high-end finishes throughout. 

Many rooms provide scenic views over Hyde Park and others face the quaint neighborhood street. The hotel has a variety of room types suitable for all travelers including classic doubles, family connecting rooms, and spacious suites.

5-Star Amenities 

What makes the ABC Hyde Park stand out from other Marble Arch hotels is its wide array of luxurious amenities more commonly found in 5-star hotels. Guests can enjoy 24-hour in-room dining, Molton Brown toiletries, free high-speed Wi-Fi, Nespresso machines, and smart TVs in every room. The hotel also provides conveniences like luggage storage and complimentary newspapers to make you feel at home.

The jewel in the ABC Hyde Park’s crown is its newly built wellness area featuring a 15-meter pool, steam room, sauna, and modern fitness center. This exceptional facility rivals many exclusive health clubs and allows guests to maintain their exercise routine while traveling. The hotel even offers poolside service so you can sip cocktails without leaving the water!

Excellent Service

From the minute you walk through the polished front doors of the ABC Hyde Park hotel the friendly staff give you their undivided attention. The knowledgeable concierge team can offer expert tips for experiencing London like a local. They can secure reservations at popular restaurants, recommend hidden gems and exciting day trips, and arrange any activity you desire, including theater tickets or a personal shopping guide.

The hotel’s exceptional service also shines through in their dining options. The upscale restaurant, The Hyde, provides European cuisine focusing on seasonal British ingredients. Guests love starting their day with the complimentary cooked-to-order breakfast. In-room dining is also available 24 hours per day.

At the bar you’ll find a frequently changing selection of boutique wines and unique cocktails. The hotel also hosts regular wine-tasting events and a daily manager’s reception where guests can mingle over drinks and canapés.  

Location

The best part about the ABC Hyde Park Hotel is its phenomenal location. The hotel enjoys a prestigious Marble Arch address on a quiet cul-de-sac adjacent to Hyde Park. It’s a short stroll to Marble Arch Station providing easy access to the London Underground. From here, you can quickly reach top attractions like Oxford Street Shopping, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, and more.

Guests staying at the ABC Hyde Park Hotel are also just steps from the green open spaces and famous landmarks of Hyde Park. Walk to the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain, Kensington Palace or snap photos in front of the Arch. The hotel provides bicycles, allowing active travelers to ride through the park and explore this iconic part of London. 

When you’re not sightseeing, the ABC Hyde Park Hotel’s neighborhood has fantastic high-end shopping, restaurants, bars, and entertainment on your doorstep. Indulge in retail therapy on Oxford Street, catch a show in the West End Theater District or find trendy cafes and eateries in nearby Marylebone.  

With its prime location near Paddington Station the ABC Hyde Park hotel is also conveniently situated for accessing London Heathrow Airport or making exciting day trips outside the city. Guests can easily visit Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, Bath and more.

Best Hotel Deals in Marrakech

Marrakech is an exotic imperial city and a major tourist destination in Morocco. The city oozes atmosphere with its ancient architecture, vibrant souks, fragrant gardens and lively Djemaa El Fna Square. Visitors flock here for cultural sights, desert adventures, luxury pampering, and unique accommodations. 

You’ll find riads are the most popular lodging choice in Marrakech. These traditional Moroccan mansions with interior courtyards offer an oasis of calm from the city’s hustle. Many riads have been transformed into gorgeous boutique hotels filled with ornate design details, lush greenery and refreshing pools.

Some of the best hotel deals in Marrakech are available at smaller riad-style hotels that provide personalized service at reasonable prices. For example, Riad Dar One offers beautiful, individually decorated rooms starting at around $100 per night.

Larger luxury hotels like La Mamounia and Royal Mansour Marrakech define extravagance with palatial grounds and world-class spas. While rates over $500 per night are common, you can sometimes snag last-minute deals on unused rooms. 

Hotel bargains are also available at popular chains like Hilton and Sofitel which cater to business travelers with reliable amenities. Though lacking in Moroccan charm, you’ll often find rooms for under $150 per night.

No matter your budget, visiting Marrakech is the perfect chance to experience unique riad living. Just wander the ancient Medina quarter to the soundtrack of melodic call to prayer and lose yourself in the magic of Morocco’s alluring Red City.

[minas-journey]

5 Most Romantic Luxury Hotels in London

5 Most Romantic Luxury Hotels in London

5) Treehouse Hotel, Marylebone  ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Skip the standard candlelit dinner this Valentine’s! At The Treehouse Hotel, near Oxford Circus, love takes a playful twist. This charming 1963 gem blends old-world elegance with modern comforts, creating a scene straight out of a quirky rom-com. Imagine cosy nights in with attentive concierge service (hint: think rose petals &…