I don’t want to seem like the most selfish prick on earth, but when can I go on holiday again?
The 2nd question I ask myself before going to a new country (after “can I afford it?”) is “Is it ok to be a big fat lesbian there?”
I thought my depression would’ve stayed at home while I went on my “Brits Abroad” style vacay, but no, it came along for the ride…
It’s difficult to know how to respond when your mother tells you that “in the throes of passion with a man you just don’t look at his willy”.
I went to Salou and was surrounded by kebabs, burgers, English people and lots of Russians, God I love Spain. So much culture.
When in Rome you should just keep saying “When in Rome” because people really like that and don’t find it irritating at all…