For me blogging had always been one of those illusive activities restricted to the Carrie Bradshaw types of this world. It was the property of exciting, cosmopolitan women with fast and fashionable lives, each day overflowing with "catch up coffees", gallery viewings and mani-pedis (still not quite sure what the hell that actually entails?!).
However after being a newly pledged singleton after three years a few months in to my first year of university, YES I know I was farrr too young, but as Alanis Morissette says you live and you learn! Or if not you fuck up time and time again and just get on with the repercussions. So with a newly formed alliance of vodka, low cut tops and some of the most endearing yet at times unstable friends, I decided to explore the unfamiliar territory which was and still is Belfast as a single student. It was during this experience that I started to accumulate stories of drunken encounters and just general fiascos that would result in my friends recoiling in a mixture of shock and hysteria the next day.
I realise at this point I have a slight narcissistic air about my antics, but I can promise you for months and months I was extremely incredulous when my best friend would respond with, "Only you Julie, only you!" to my stories. Because let's be honest, we all feed people the bullshit we know they want to hear. But after encouragement from various friends and Facebookers (because let's be honest the two are very different things - one you want to have a drink with, the other you want to throw a drink over), I finally decided to digitally document my exploits in hope I can bring some entertainment, (and no doubt a certain amount of self inflicted shame) to the fellow wanderers of the web.
So from here on in I both thank you and apologise for what you are about to read, xo.
