Mind The Gap…

Can we first spare a moment of silence for the man, the legend….50 Cent. The G that got rich and didn’t die trying, and recently managed to bankrupt himself in a coke storm of (borrowed) cars, gold chains and hoes. If theres one thing that Mr Cent has taught me, its that even if you go from rags toContinue reading “Mind The Gap…”

I’m a Blogger Get Me Outta Here…

We’re surrounded by bugs. No not the the sickness kind (for once can you believe haven’t gotten ill this whole holiday *touches all the wood* not that kind of wood you filthy beggars). CREEPY CRAWLIES. Now when you consider the occupational hazards of working in the South or France I bet you wouldn’t think twiceContinue reading “I’m a Blogger Get Me Outta Here…”

Sun, sweat and tears…

For any of you lovely readers that haven’t read my biking post…I am currently living in the middle of bloody nowhere. Like Antarctica sort of no where. Well maybe not Antarctica…France actually…but house-in-the-middle-of-a-field-with-no-neighbours kind of nowhere. It’s remote okay. We woke up one morning and Rachel decided that she’d come down with a severe caseContinue reading “Sun, sweat and tears…”

Tour de France…

On our Tuesday off we decided we would make like the French and go for a bike ride through the sunflower fields. We’d have the wind in our hair and and a baguette in our baskets. A soundtrack of French music would be playing softly in the background. French boys would wave from their balconiesContinue reading “Tour de France…”

Voyage-ing…

Since we arrived in the land of sunshine and cigarettes we (we being me and Rachel, my parter in crime for the duration of this working holiday) have been on a couple of trips into civilisation. First came Cognac for the Blues Festival. Well I say Blues Festival. We didn’t actually have tickets. Instead ofContinue reading “Voyage-ing…”

Oops I did it again…

A week ago I (very literally) crash landed into La Rochelle airport (thanks Ryanair) to begin my working holiday in the South of France. Yes, I really did do it again. Whoops. #I’mABloggerGetMeOutOfHere. The baby poo and sleepless nights of Spain apparently just weren’t enough to deter this…err…serial…working-holiday-ist? from another summer in the sun. YesContinue reading “Oops I did it again…”

I got it from my mamma…

So they say…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. And in my family, that’s a whole bunch of crazy apples. To celebrate my mums official welcome into Wombledom, aka her 50th birthday; we planned on throwing her a big surprise 80s fancy dress party. I decided to go for a bleached shorts, crop top,Continue reading “I got it from my mamma…”

Props and frocks…

Anyone that knows me knows that I’m the worst person ever to take to a formal social event. Stuffy balls and formal pow wows seem to bring out my naughty side. The euphemisms are real with this one. Oi stop snickering behind your screens. This is a serious blog with serious…oh who am I kidding?Continue reading “Props and frocks…”

Brits Abroad…

In the last week of May my flatmates and I decided to go on an impromptu trip to Malaga in Spain. Excellent use of student loan I must say. Yes yes, I’ve realised that it is currently July. I’ve been busy. Actually I’ve been lazy but I’m turning 20 in two months and apparently adultsContinue reading “Brits Abroad…”

Overpacked and Unlucky…

Today I have come to realise one very important fact: I do not have the luck of the rabbit’s foot when it comes to team games. Having a family mostly born and raised in East London, and coming from Essex I am an avid (in not knowledgeable) supporter of West Ham United football team (comeContinue reading “Overpacked and Unlucky…”