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July 16th, 2010 by Nicky Savage

Fancy a snog?

I have had a Snog in Covent Garden, one in Soho and had one last night in Westfield shopping centre before the latest instalment of the Twilight saga. I also had one for my birthday with work. It was delicious. I am of course not talking about the lip-locking variety but the delicious frozen  yoghurt kind.

A bit of Googling tells me that Snog is the brain child of Colombian architect Pablo Uribe and his US-born business partner Rob Baines. It is therefore maybe a bit surprising about how London ‘cool’ the branding is. The website is full of Shoreditchy looking people and cheeky statements. All black and white with flashes of bright pink.

I for one love it. Seeing as I am trying (sort of) to shed the pounds for my wedding next May, I am obsessive about finding low fat snacks. The US is great with healthier, low fat, low sugar alternatives but in the UK, you’re limited to a Boots ‘Shapers’ bar (chemical foam dipped in chocolate), A NutriGrain (cheap apple sauce rolled in the bottom of your hamster cage) or some other similar ‘be good to yourself’, ‘lighter choice’  supermarket delight. Snog is about 1.5 Weight Watcher points for a medium portion (I view all food in WW points even though I haven’t been in years) – whack on one of your five a day and you have a very healthy, very delicious snack.

So that is my tip for a Friday – when it gets to 3pm ish and you can’t really focus and fancy a non-caffeine pick-me-up – head out for a cheeky Snog.

PS – one of the statements  on the website is ‘you’ll never forget your first snog’. It is true. My first real snog was at the Surrey Tennis Club disco when I was 14 with a boy called Michael who had a very exotic long Italian surname. Not quite as delicious as a frozen yoghurt covered in berries but it was pretty exciting at the time!

March 11th, 2010 by Marie Efthymiou

To kiss, or not to kiss . . . ?

 

Whilst reading an article on ‘Office Etiquette’ in this week’s Stylist magazine, I had a little chuckle to myself as I remembered a recent embarrassing moment at work . . . 

My ‘cringe’ moment took place a couple of weeks ago, when I walked into a client meeting and goodness knows what came over me but I lent in for a smacker with one of the two clients (a double smacker whilst grasping onto both shoulders – Mediterranean style). As I was kissing him, a little voice in my head screamed ‘what am I doing? Boll*cks, I have to know kiss the other one so he doesn’t feel left out!’

Many of you are probably wondering ‘what’s really cringing about that? I always kiss my clients when we meet’. I partly agree, I do have clients which always kiss on hellos and goodbyes, but they’re typically ‘PR dahling’ types, these two clearly weren’t by the crimson coloured cheeks and wide-eyed look on their faces.

This was the tenth meeting over the course of 12 months, and I had never kissed them on any of these previous occasions, so why start now? I then spent the next hour of the meeting sweating about how to handle their departure, ‘as I’ve kissed once, do I kiss again? Will they expect it from now on?’

I didn’t, I stuck out my hand (abruptly) and sighed with relief as we were now back on familiar ground – the good old handshake.

Reeling with confusion after my illicit encounter, I approached one of our MD’s, Steve Earl and asked ‘to kiss or not to kiss?’ His response was simply ‘if they pay seven figures they get tongue’.

If only the guide to office etiquette had been published earlier!

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