Come Fly with Me

I've done it. I've finally grew the pair of lady balls everyone's always assumed I had. I'm traveling - solo. Barcelona here I come - the garish carrot orange hues of Easyjet promising adventure and memories to be made. That and you'll be sat beside a Carlsberg fuelled stag do playing 'rate the flight attendant's arse'.

Here's hoping for an all male crew.

With sickly filter coffee in hand I reek of a new traveller - nervous anticipation and Trip Advisor. The hombres Espanyol are in for a treat...

That's provided they like pasty Belfast girls who say 'cunt' too much.

Cunt.

I honestly don't know what to expect on this virginal voyage, chorizo and culture? Sangria and singed shoulders? Either way, camera in hand I plan to capture as much of the European euphoria as possible -  and take a break from the rum steeped Saturdays of Laverys.

Hasta la vista, lads. Xo