This is how I spend some of the unproductive moments of my life. When I'm not living in London pretending to be a professional, I am travelling around Europe or back to New Zealand where I'm originally from.
I want to go to Athens in May. We’re meant to be in Rome but we’ve been already and I’m not keen to go over the May bank holiday. The bank holidays are precious for my boyfriend and I. Rome is somewhere you can keep going to many more times. So much to see and do. Unlike Paris. Which was a smelt of urine and was very wet (it was a shitty September weekend). I have a French friend who laughs at Parisians and says they aren’t really French and that Paris is unworthy of a second visit…
No more Priscilla! I felt so sad seeing the iconic high heel replaced with umbrellas for Singing in the rain. I have many wonderful memories walking past the iconic high heel shoe on Shaftesbury Avenue to flag a taxi home because I’ve been too drunk. Sad.
My first time here. This. Place. Is. Amazing.
Why did it take me so long to visit!?
Before I start a new contract I will book in a trip to travel around Turkey. It will be my first solo trip but will be with a tour group for other solo travellers. I don’t travel well so at least I will just have myself to be angry at.
Unemployment
Went to see him last night in a dark comedy that he also wrote. His character seemed overshadowed amongst the characters but maybe this was intentional? It started off well but could have had a better ending. Halfway in to it when one of the characters started reciting lines from the Merchant of Venice, I could feel my eyes getting tired.
But what the fuck would I know? Everyone loves the amiable Zach Braff.
Bluffies! Oysters from Bluff in New Zealand.
I have one so I need to stop looking at tranny stores online.
Thanks hun, but don’t be sorry. I couldn’t give a shit what people on here think. I live in London and I’ve been to Cornwall, *Ireland (the Republic) and *Scotland (Edinburgh only) but this is my first time to Wales and the language never fails to get a rise from me. Thank you anyway. :-)
Thank you! I wondered how it was pronounced. I was told I’d be better off going to Swansea to hear Welsh being spoken. Definitely next time. Wales is so easy to get to on the train from London. :-)
In Wales for the weekend. Cardiff to be more specific. They speak Celtic here as well as English. No vowels with an odd “y” here and there…
“A boyish brow looks athletic and is right on trend”. Maybe not using a sharpie pen eh?
I’m laughing so hard right now. I’m all for avant garde, but for fucks sakes. For a hot date?
I never used it and sent two tweets. My friends and family can’t find me on Tumblr. Soon I’m going to delete my Facebook account, replace food with gin and then get some cats.
Wha-? Louboutin shoes? So this isn’t a “welcome to the Czech Republic” ad?
Finally. I created this blog out of sheer frustration and UTTER boredom while in New Zealand for a new visa.
