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…”

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…”

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…”

The Illest MF Alive…

Oh yeah, the title of this post is totally a Kanye West reference…told you I was gangsta. *Tumbleweed* In all seriousness though, once again some sneaky bastard has infected me with their pathogens…I’ve only just managed to surface from the depths of my bed fort to write this. Not only do I have a hackingContinue reading “The Illest MF Alive…”

What just happened?

If I could only use one word to sum up the past few weeks it would have to be bizarre. To be honest, I’m surprised that I can even remember my own name… Lets cut the crap. *Life update klaxon* One of my best friends from school came down from Essex for an insane nightContinue reading “What just happened?”

The Hangover Part IV…

I have to say, I think last night was was the worst nights out I’ve had so far at uni. Having not been out out for three weeks (flu, home, sleep), I’ve literally been chomping at the bit for a good evening of partying; but far be it for me to have a decent clubbingContinue reading “The Hangover Part IV…”

Just call me Jones…

…Bridget Jones, that is. You know the scene in The Edge of Reason where Bridget attends Mr Darcey’s law council dinner in scary knickers and bad hair, insults everyone by calling them “balding upper-middle-class twits” and gets the quiz answer completely wrong? Well extend that over a four hour period and throw in the factContinue reading “Just call me Jones…”

The only way is Essex…

I’m home! I’m in complete bliss…I’ve seen my family, I’ve had a three hour soak in an actual bath, I’ve been cooked food and bought clothes and spent the entire morning curled up by the fire doing some reading. What’s that? You want me to address the elephant in the room? AKA the title ofContinue reading “The only way is Essex…”