Falling In and Out of Love with My City


London. Blighty. The Big Smoke. And the place I will always call home. As much as I whine and moan (comes with the territory) about the horrendous weather, traffic, doom, gloom and to top it all off, the extortionate cost of living we have to endure, I will always love my city. It can be…

Venice bonus post: Playing Cinderella


I'm glad we missed that train. Venice at night was completely different, and it made me love it all the more. The element of prettiness was still very much there, only it became even more romantic in a way, and was just as inviting. I couldn't for the life of me tell you whereabouts our…

Stuck in Venice – A Tale of Wine, Cheese, Eyeliner and Loose Change. Part III.


We didn't make it. We stayed in Venice; we're still here right now. We're stuck forever; that's us in the photo featured. Cazza's finishing off her glass, and I'm pondering over what cheese selection would go best with the next bottle.

Stuck in Venice – A Tale of Wine, Cheese, Eyeliner and Loose Change. Part II.


Sleep deprived. Ecstatic from sugar highs and the promise of what was to be a very very super-dooper fun day out. Deranged because of all the catching up (breath and story-telling) and also deranged anyway because that was kind of how we rolled. You'll see what I mean as I go on to share the rest of my tale...

Going MAD


October last year saw the peak of our Granada days; the sun was still out, beach trips were still a regular thing, and I still had enough pesetas to carry on living la vida loca. Carys and I had decided it was time to be spontaneous again (the haircut thing hadn’t really gone to plan)…