Still waiting unTinder you Happn to Bumble into someone?

London born, but bred in Newcastle from an early age, my recent move back to my birthplace has reminded me of the perils of being considered a Northern monkey in a city of Southern fairies. As a formerly well-educated, some might say slightly posh citizen in the North-East, I have been getting used to the…

People Saying Stuff Wrong; A Dafty’s Delight

For those who try to incorporate cravings for human interaction with the need for money, job searches often lead back to the hospitality/customer service industry. Yes, you can make a living out of an enjoyment of talking to strangers. Bar work has to be the most fun, as working anywhere in which the premises serves…

It’s not you, it’s me 

Sitting down I had no idea what to expect, a perfectly groomed woman with a clipboard had taken my name and shown me to my seat where I nervously sat, looking around, feeling as though everyone in the room was judging me, knowing why I was there. Call me old fashioned but meeting people you’ve…

Bali Week 1 and “The Dengue”

My first week back in the UK was always going to involve a lot of catch-ups; lunches filled with “you’re so tanned” and dreaded conversations of “so what are you going to do now?”. One week in and my liver, energy and body clock are pretty exhausted. Not only have I got post holiday blues,…

Six and A Half Out of Ten

What they fail to mention about London when you’re a bright eyed hopeful searching for a job who just can’t wait to move to the big city is that it is the worst place to navigate hungover. Ever. This particular Wednesday morning walk of shame (yes, I’m unemployed. It’s okay) was a glum one. Tuesday…

Fuck Blueberries.

Feeling a little hungover from the previous nights’ salsa dancing, Hugo and I woke up with only a day or two left in Perth feeling we’d made the most of the city. Having our job and accom already lined up had lifted such a weight off our shoulders both mentally and financially. Everything was sorted….

Perthect for Puns

Broome to Perth, Perth to Melbourne, Melbourne to Bundaberg, Bundaberg to Airlie Beach, Airlie Beach to Bowen.

Falling for Broome

Being ill on holiday is the absolute worst. But every cloud has a silver lining, so this self-pitiful wallowing has given me some extra thumb workout time to reflect over the past few days and first week in brootiful Broome. Fuck Walking After the first few days of pilgrimages across the desert to get to…

Cable Beach Take 2

To set the scene, it was a few hours after our euphoric trip to Town Beach. We’d settled (/sweattled) back in to the hostel until around 5:30pm when Hugo suggests that we walk the hour long journey to Cable Beach to watch the sunset and staircase to the moon phenomenon which is occurring over the…