Birthday in Berlin - part I

04 December 2016


Coming home from holiday always sucks. And for some reason coming home from Berlin this morning sucked so much more than normal. It might be something to do with the fact I've been up since 4am this morning for our killer early flight and am feeling tired, emotional and probably still hungover...but then again it might just be because I didn't want my bratwurst-filled bubble to pop and have to admit that I'm approx. 3 stone heavier with significant gluhwein-induced liver damage. 

In other news, huge hats off to Mikey for an incredible birthday weekend and, more importantly, for finding the coolest hotel possibly ever - it's not every day that you open the curtains to find a scuba diver cleaning the tank right outside your window. Good morning to you too, pal. 





















 


Now to start my alcohol detox and attempt to shed the bratwurst shaped fat pockets around my stomach and thighs. Parts ii and iii will be ready when I've finished crying about it being Monday tomorrow and pulled myself together (read: no time soon).

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Budapest, you absolute hun.

21 November 2016


There are some things in life that I can never quite be sure about. Like why does cereal tastes so much better when it's eaten for dinner? Or why is it that I can never spell buisness/business/buisiness right the first time? Or why did anyone ever ever ever give the go ahead for Mean Girls 2?! But there are also things in life of which I am absolutely certain. And one of those things is that I will def def deffo be returning to Budapest. Multiples times. To drink multiple cocktails. Enjoy myself multiple times over. And generally just baske in the beauty of Budapsetian frivolity. Yeah I really dug Budapest, guys.




  











Other Budapest posts can be found here and here. Next week I am being a total spoilt brat/lucky lady and being taken to Berlin by Mikey for mah burfday, so please consider this sufficient warning for what will be the biggest Berlin-photo-spam the world has ever seen.

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The Big Autumn Colour Swoon-fest

30 October 2016


Is there anything in life I love more than autumnal colours?! Well, um, yes actually - Leonardo di Caprio in the Titanic era, kindereggs, fresh sheets, and waking up on a Sunday without a hangover to name a few BUT autumn colours come a very, very close fifth.









     




Pochahontas missed a serious trick with that painting the colours of the wind shit when she could have painted with the colours of autumn instead. Because not only is asking someone whether they can 'paint with all the colours of the wind' probably not putting you in good stead for that second date, but it's also factually freakin' impossible. Pfft. Rant over. 

And if you've never seen Pochahontas and have absolutely no idea what to make of that last paragraph, then shame on you. Because you're missing out on one of the best films OF ALL TIME. Educate yourself.

Are you feelin' autumn like I am?! Because you should be. You should also be following along on Bloglovin', Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram