No longer does my social life in Mumbai consist of: Page 3 parties at which my outfits and make-up are dwarfed by rich socialites Dropping into bars at which nothing happens and the same expats are propped there Drinking Americanos and eating brownies alone in coffee shop chains Read more
I had an orgasmic experience last week.
I discovered three places in Mumbai that were, innovative and different and were what the city needs. They are all in Bandra, where I live.
In a previous blog I had written about how sick I was of going to the same old high-end places meeting the same old people: rich married investment bankers and diamond dealers; bimbo models; career expats who whine about India, and struggling actors who don’t pay for my drinks. Read more