You may think that Windsor is full of royals, tourists and a fuck load of swans. And you’d be right, the place is bloody full of them.
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.