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3.5 is the number of kilos I put on over four days in Europe. Sometimes it’s possible to be gloriously unaware of such apparent weight gain if you stay away from all weight measuring devices and fashionably tight pants, however, after several shots of absinthe on my first night in Amsterdam I decided to go to town […]
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Nothing is the same. Case in point, yesterday I spent two minutes trying to pry open a bottle of olive oil. It doesn’t flip, it doesn’t twist and in the end the only way to make a dressing was to dig my fingernails into the lid and destroy my mani. This olive oil incident is […]
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Saying goodbye to Sydney is like saying goodbye to a beloved high school sweetheart. Over the years you’ve grown fond of each other and flirted with the fantasy of being together forever but shortly after graduation an older more distinguished gentleman captures your attention and just like that you lose your mind and your knickers. […]
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Londoners have mastered drinking down to a fine art. Regardless of whether you want to pick up at the pub, take your sugar baby for a champagne lunch or quaff Dom alongside the likes of Graham Norton, there is something for everyone in Central London. For me the combination of wine and jet lag is […]
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