How I spent 5 days in Barcelona. Contains: Sangria, sunshine and stickiness.
The night I met the Chuckle Brothers. No Slacking!
The following article is ‘totes emotional.’ Continued from Part 1: They were talking to me! I meekly waved, too awkward to stop. I kept on going. Just before I went around the corner, I heard their high pitched Welsh accents calling me back. “What’s you name?” I introduced myself. My conversations skills hadn’t flourished at…
Did you know I used to be actor? It helped develop my confidence and I played some incredible characters. Watch my performances inside!
What is there to do when it gets a little wet and wild in Bournemouth? Here’s my alternative guide for things to do indoors!
I once lived with the Landlady from Hell. I wasn’t allowed food or friends in my room or wear my coat in the kitchen. But bad boy Rupert didn’t listen…
I moved out for the first time. Little did I know I’d living with rats, ants, sofa hymen and a mysterious black ooze.
This story is about the awkward time,
that followed when we stumbled back to mine. Warning: Involves lots of rhyme.