Deciding where you want to be when – and of course, if – the Zombies invade (for current zombie twist on the classic love story, rush to see the film Warm Bodies) what better place than tucked away in one of those reassuring red-brick curved terraces with smart black iron railings and arched sash windows.
Cut off from the rest of humanity for a brief zombie flesh-eating moment, you could lose yourself in the resident’s only private gardens, or the ‘golden shopping triangle’ between Knightsbridge, Sloane Square and Brompton Cross. With emporiums such as Harrods, Joseph, Paul Smith and Penhaligon’s, handbags, skinny jeans and summer scents will upstage the Zombies.
Food won’t be an issue either with eateries aplenty. Hunger pangs will be staved at Daphne’s with scallops coated in pancetta, sage and garlic, charcoal-grilled chicken at Maroush, Chisou’s ten zaru soba, roast bone marrow on toast at The Admiral Codrington and The Pantechnicon’s burgers with Bloody Mary sauce and beetroot relish.
Getting slightly tipsy – or blind drunk – can help dissolve Zombie jitters. Cocktails with long-legged Russian dolls in the Blue Bar at the Berkeley Hotel, or a late night pick-me-up at Eighty-Six or Barts could do the trick.
Escaping to a spa seems a fabulous 21st-century solution. Languish in the Ushvani Day Spa on Cadogan Gardens or the G-Spa in Pelham Street – after picking up beauty essentials from Space NK in Hans Place, naturally.
To understand the world of Zombies (Hollywood, Haitian and philosophical) and other weird conundrums, visit the Science, Victoria and Albert and Natural History Museums, all in their own handy golden triangle.
In term time, children aged from 3-13 will want to hunker down in independent Knightsbridge Preparatory School at the top of the road. As well as a creative curriculum with music, sport and fun activities, the uniforms – dapper blue blazers over blue-and-white checked shirts and dresses – are some of the most fashionable in the capital. When not learning the three R’s, there’s Hyde Park for dashing about, and the swinging King’s Road for spending pocket money.
And if spiritual guidance is required, you can take confession at the Brompton Oratory in Brompton Road, or pop into the Church of Scotland’s St Columba’s in Pont Street.
When all the Night of the Living Dead Zombie nonsense has deceased and the Tubes start running again, you can trot up to Knightsbridge station (only an eight-minute walk, which may stretch to 15 minutes if you’re in your stilettos), or Sloane Square, about 10 minutes away.
Zombies or no Zombies, Lennox Gardens – a gorgeous prime spot that truly has the lot – is the place to hole up in.