Gay Pride, London

June 30, 2015

It will come as no surprise to anyone that knows me that I love my girlfriend. It will also come as no surprise that I don't tend to talk about my sexuality. Like, ever. 

Gay, bisexual, straight - it doesn't really bother me, and I'm not sure why it should bother anyone else either. I find it all about as uninteresting as an article entitled "Jennifer Lawrence pictured wearing pencil skirt and crop top"; although that has been trending news on my Facebook all day, so apparently I'm the only one. Recently, it was headline news absolutely everywhere that Kristen Stewart's mum was totally unphased that her daughter sometimes dates women. I think that's a pretty uninteresting story too - perhaps if she'd kicked her out on the street and refused to speak to her again, it might be headline worthy. But again, that's probably just me.

Anyway, I give all this as a backstory because at the weekend, I went to Gay Pride.
And it was totally fucking awesome. 

Fez, Morocco

June 21, 2015

Morocco is pretty much my favourite place ever.

Alright, one of them. It's dirty and smelly, but also overwhelming and different and totally magical. 

I booked this holiday totally on a whim - flights were £60 return with Ryanair, which is amazing. I mean, they might be shit, but how can you complain when they take you to a different continent for the same price as a train ticket to Manchester? 

The hotel was incredible, and also completely underpriced. It was little Moroccan paradise in the middle of the city, with courtyards and fountains and a roof terrace overlooking the whole city and mint tea on tap.