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…
The 1st thing that surprised me about Venice was that there are 0 roads, just canals. You may think that I am a complete berk, and you’d be right.
Lake Como is really beautiful but a little lacking in atmosphere. Think of a beautiful model who is sizzling hot but has and zero bantz.
What do you get if you get 4 lesbians from England, stuff them in a car and drive them up to Scotland?