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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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Newsflash world, my life has suddenly transformed into a Nancy Meyers film. I’ve just moved into a flat in Notting Hill and every day I walk down the street, I feel like I’m starring in a romantic comedy. Romantic because I’m in love with absolutely everything I see, the black cabs, flower boxes, multicoloured terrace […]
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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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Nothing beats waking up in a plush hotel room surrounded by a sea of pillows fluffed to perfection, there is also nothing worse than waking up with a champagne hangover, both however are signs of a great night. Before I could fully open my eyes and switch on the coffee machine I experienced a vivid […]
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It’s official, I’m school girl giddy about my latest discovery! It all started when my best friend, Miss R invited me to stay at her apartment in Fortitude Valley, an inner city suburb of Brisbane famous for it’s tequila shots, strip clubs and regretful one night stands. When I was 17 I lived in Brisbane […]
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