Last week I spent five and a half days in the rural Languedoc Roussillon region of France at the house my grandparents have spent 27 summers restoring from a ruin.
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I think my Italian language app is hiding a dark truth
Since the weekend we spent in Tuscany on our honeymoon, we’ve both been using an app called DuoLingo to learn basic Italian. (By ‘we’ I mean me and my new husband, a term that still makes me feel like I’m a child playing an imaginary game of mummies and daddies). A dream is forming in…
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Vegas is hyperreality: I think I passed Elton John in a casino but it might not have been him and it doesn’t matter anyway
That’s the thing about Vegas. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
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Matt and Zoe’s Insta-challenge: USA
We should have known it was a dangerous mix: Matt’s best man-to-be and a packet of felt tips.
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‘Hihowareyou’ – the American way
Don’t fall into the trap of thinking the girl behind the counter in Taco Bell actually gives a shit about how you are.
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I’m in the sky
I’m writing this post 30,000 ft above the snowy wastelands of Greenland.
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An Insider’s Guide To Munich, Germany
Kicking off the first of what I hope will be many contributions to my new ‘Home Towns’ project, guest-poster Alison Rolle reveals there’s more to Bavaria than beer (but you’ll still find lots of it!)
Read MoreWhy I’m proud to call Eastbourne my home
I do intend to write a ‘proper’ visitor’s guide to Eastbourne at some point but for now here’s a personal piece about why I’m proud to call Eastbourne my home
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Harrods: The museum of expensive things
[ wrote this post in December 2014 after experiencing Harrods at peak Christmas shopping time.] I went to Harrods yesterday. I hate shopping, but no one goes to Harrods to shop, do they? They go there to point, gasp and and do little high pitched laughs at the price tags.
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Beauty
Croatian people are beautiful. All of them, gods and goddesses. As soon as I stepped off the airport shuttle bus into Dubrovnik, it was like entering a good-looking convention. All the women were slim, tanned, dressed impeccably and wearing glamorous-person sunglasses. The men were tall, dark and chiselled, like living Adonises.
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