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…”

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…”

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…”

Merry Christmas!

I’m a 4 year old. I actually woke my mum up this morning because I was so excited for Christmas (well to be honest I do this every year but hey). I don’t know if its the fact that I’ve been away at Uni, or just purely the fact I’m a Christmas nut but IContinue reading “Merry Christmas!”

Pits, tits and wobbly bits…

The European beach… Long stretches of fine, golden sand and clear, azure water; cloudless skies painted with a watercolour sunset, swaying palms… Well….that and a few added extras…of the wobbly kind… We British are prudes. Whether we like to admit it or not. If you head down to say….Southend beach, you’ll see people hiding a multitudeContinue reading “Pits, tits and wobbly bits…”