BEDIM, day 22 (oh, what’s the point): Being a Beginner…at Everything

We’re lucky enough to be living in a time where having a uniquely personal identity is not only celebrated, but actively encouraged. From more integral aspects, such as gender and sexuality, to the more minor embellishments of diet, hair colour, hair style, fashion, which series you’re binging on Netflix – now more than ever there are so many ways to express yourself and live life to the best of your ‘you’ potential.

Maybe it’s the growth of social media, through which we’re exposed to backgrounds and lifestyles different from our own, that we should be holding accountable for this attitude towards identity. I can certainly vouch for this – my year group at high school, bar I think three people, was exclusively white; I was bullied and made to feel inferior for my ‘emo’ music taste and questionable fashion sense (though appalling it may have been, it probably wasn’t worthy of the casual death threats I received on more than one occasion.) It’s not that liking My Chemical Romance was an ostracisable offence, it just didn’t happen. If you’re gonna tease someone, it might as well be someone different to you, right? I’m really impressed with how far we’ve come in terms of embracing change and diversity in the 10 years since I was at school.

Since being exposed to reams of different backgrounds and personalities, I’ve turned my attention inwards to explore my own identity. There’s lots of aspects of my identity which are fluid, stamped with a big red question mark, but that’s fine. I’m happy to let aspects of myself fluctuate and differ as I meet new people and am introduced to more of the world around me. All part of self-improvement, right?

My latest hang-up, in regards to my own sense of self, is my almost entire lack of hobbies and interests, in the traditional sense. Sure, I find ways to fill my time – I’m an avid reader, I keep up this blog, I go on trips and holidays because I love seeing new places – but I can’t play an instrument (the recorder doesn’t count), have never been part of a sports team and not once have I starred in a play, panto or anything remotely similar. I used to have swimming lessons, was briefly enrolled in lifeguard training and attended Girls’ Brigade for about six years, but that was the extent of my extra-curricular childhood. I outgrew GB and once you’ve collected every badge in swimming there’s not a lot you can do (unless you compete, but I’m not streamlined – or in any way graceful – enough to be a fast or powerful swimmer.)

So, at the age of 22, I’m starting over. I’m determined to forge myself an enriched, interesting identity, and find myself some ways to occupy my time that don’t exclusively revolve around scrolling through Instagram. My first pursuit is picking the ukulele back up and seeing what happens!

It’s always the right time to remould and experiment with your identity. Don’t feel restricted by how others have seen or known you – if you need a bit of inspiration, get yourself onto Twitter or Instagram and see for yourself how vast and great the possibilities are!

Emma x

1 | One Week Down

2017 is still very much a newborn but, like a shamelessly pushy parent (Dina Lohan, perhaps – and if that isn’t the most dated reference you’ve heard in a long time I don’t know what to tell you), I’ve already pinned pretty high expectations on it and lined it up a gruelling schedule of self-improvement.

First of all, the boring admin-y bits. I’ve started a 2017 journal to record my passing thoughts and general mood swings. I’m also committing myself to a blog post per week – in theory, I’ll have documented 2017 in 52 posts by the end of it, although if the year takes a drastic turn and we enter 2018 feeling world-hungover there might be one or two posts missing, like a sodden, abused deck of cards from a pre-drinks the night before.

So, exciting thing number 1: I bought myself a new car! I sold my old, dangerously faulty runaround to a builder working on a house across from ours for £50 – he’s taking it for parts, apparently, although which parts I’m not sure. Hopefully the parts that weren’t mocked by the mechanics who did my MOT – which doesn’t really amount to many. More power to him. I’m eager to make more long-distance car journeys this year and maybe even conquer my fear of the motorway. Baby steps!

Exciting thing number 2: I booked a holiday! My friend Emily and I are going on a trip to explore Prague, Vienna and Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia. We fly out on Tuesday 7th Feb and back home again on Valentine’s Day (aw). As someone who hasn’t been the most adventurous with her travels for this, that and the other, I’m really pumped to go and explore some new places. Hopefully it kick starts a lot of trips and breaks in 2017!

Reading this back I realise I’m at danger of having peaked far, far too soon, but I’m happy to confront that down the line when it’s the end of summer and I’m inevitably on the verge of an existential crisis.

How has your new year been?

Emma x

What’s the word in 2017?


As much as I love hearing and reading about other people’s New Year’s resolutions, this year I’ve felt inclined to not set myself a range of goals to achieve. Expectations, a lot of unnecessary pressure, blah blah. So I haven’t. Instead, I’m doing something a little bit different.

2017, for me, will be focused around and structured towards a single ideal: that is, I want to reclaim the life I’m so eager to live. I want to reclaim what’s mine.

As you’re probably aware, the past couple of years haven’t been the most fruitful for me in terms of my own personal development. If I had to summarise my 2015 in a single word, that word would perhaps be ‘cancer’. ‘Death’, maybe. ‘Loss‘, overall, because in the process of losing my Dad I lost my ambition, my drive and the student lifestyle I loved so much. I lost my mind a bit.

2016 wasn’t much better. It was almost a consolation that 2016 seemed to carry a curse – with iconic celebrities calling it quits on the world, global and national politics taking a bizarre and frightening turn and terrorist attacks becoming too commonplace to be truly shocking – because the year’s events made my grief and mental health nosedive feel perfectly in moderation with the rest of the world. A bit of a safety blanket, you could say. My word of 2016 was definitely ‘adjustment‘, with plenty of first birthdays and anniversaries without Dad confronting us in a moody blue haze. Each brought with it a unique challenge, a family conflict, a feeling of emptiness. 2016 was a year of ‘helplessness‘.

Therefore, I’m designating a word to 2017 before it’s even really begun, and that word is ‘reclamation‘. I’m setting out to take back what the world has stripped me of, and I’m going to give it my best shot.

As nice as the optimistic promises of ‘eat less exercise more’, ‘8 hours’ sleep a night’ or ‘drink 2 litres of water per day’ seem on the surface, they’re not going to cut it for me in 2017.

Until next time,

Emma x

NaNoWriMo – The Result

It’s the evening of the 28th November, which means in a few days’ time December is going to roll around and the fear of Christmas is going to be instilled into every retail worker, present buyer and Father Christmas roleplayer (I imagine. I wonder how many Santas are sicked on every year? I’m sure it’s more than you’d think.)

Naturally, I didn’t keep up the momentum of NaNoWriMo I started and was so determined to persist with throughout. At about the 1/3 mark, I’d done a hell of a lot: developed this whole host of characters’ personalities and back stories; created a whole fictional city as my setting; not only had I planned the main plot but managed to weave a subplot in there too. It was all going so well.

Then…life happened. I started working 6 day weeks of 40+ hours, using my days off to visit friends in Cardiff and London (for the train journeys foregoing my laptop in favour of a book) and generally just being very tired whenever I had a spare five minutes. I could make excuses all day long as to why I’ve only written about 10,000 words, but that’s the crux of it. I’m just so damn tired all the time, and the looming thought of writing an entire novel was just too much to cope with when an alternative evening involved much simpler, unwinding activities, such as watching a series of The IT Crowd or catching up on I’m A Celebrity…! with a takeaway.

I’m not disheartened though. For the first time in my life, I’ve begun a project that I’m actually excited about and want to see through to the end. I daydream about my characters while I’m steaming away at cappuccino milk behind the bar. I’ve found myself constructing pictures of scenes in my head from turning points in the plot and stringing together exchanges between characters in my head, finding the right words to convey the exact nature of their relationships with one another. I think this means, one way or another, this novel will get written and it’ll be the piece of work I’m proudest of.

So I’m not disappointed. I haven’t exactly won NaNoWriMo, but I haven’t lost either, so I can’t tell if that’s a win-win or not. It probably is. Who knows.

Until next time,

Emma x

The Life of a Twenty-Something || dodie ‘Intertwined’ EP review

Okay before we hop into the review I just want to do a little PSA to let you know I’m now a contributor for MyTrendingStories (it’s clicky, go on!) and this review is my first post over there. I’ll be posting something for them weekly as well as posting here when I can and I’d really appreciate support and feedback for the articles I upload on a Proper Website (ooh ahh scary stuff)

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I don’t know how she does it. With every original song she posts to her channel, YouTuber Dodie Clark manages to create relatable, heartfelt music, with the exact string of lyrics and melodies to hit the nail on the head of how it feels to live through the things she’s singing about. Naturally, when Dodie announced the release of her first EP ‘Intertwined’, I hopped right on the bandwagon and pre-ordered my download straight away.

After its UK release on November 18, I’ve had the EP on repeat. The collection of original songs Dodie has picked for Intertwined is perfect – the end result is a well-rounded, charming insight into how it feels to be muddling through life as a twenty-something, and it’s so refreshing to hear.

Its title track, ‘Intertwined’, shares the tentative, intimate feelings of having a little something with someone and hoping they feel the same but not being quite sure. It’s vulnerable but sincere. I suppose you could say that about the EP as a whole – nothing is amped up to sound too dramatic or extraordinary. Dodie is nothing if not genuine and down-to-earth in her music.

‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ explores the heartbreak and frustration of losing – or the thought of losing – a best friend; ‘Absolutely Smitten’ is charming and cheerful, encapsulating that butterflies feeling of having a crush who likes you back and all the youthful excitement that comes with it; ‘When’ is a nostalgic longing for when life was easier – perhaps for a time that makes her feel the way Absolutely Smitten sounds. Personally, ‘When’ is particularly hard-hitting. We’ve all been there: those quiet, whimsical moments late at night that see you worrying over the pressure to live the best adult life you can make for yourself and wondering why you can’t trade it all in for the happy, carefree nature of being 16 and your GCSEs being the biggest of your worries.

‘Intertwined’ also includes two interludes which are slightly off-the-wall bursts of character. ‘I Have A Hole In My Tooth (And My Dentist Is Shut)’ documents a real-life experience which pretty much does what it says on the tin. ‘Life Lesson’ is an uplifting contrast to the sometimes raw and emotional subject matter of the EP,  reminding us that even though it can be full of soaring highs and lowest lows, life is best lived to its fullest and the hardship we may face is all part of what makes us human.

What gives Intertwined its richness and depth to me is, having followed Dodie on social media for over a year now, it’s plain to see that the EP reflects her personal development and growth as a person. She’s publically shared her struggles with mental illness and has made no secret of how she indulges in nostalgia. It’s this sort of honesty that just makes the whole thing work so beautifully.

From bedroom uploads of her strumming the ukelele bashfully to polished, lively studio recordings, I’ve loved being on this journey with Dodie and can’t wait to see where she goes next.

Until next time,

Emma x

NaNoWriMo 2016 – it’s on!

Yep, the rumours are true (literally nobody is spreading rumours Emma, sit down) – I’m giving NaNoWriMo a crack this year, which means, in turn, by November 30th I should (hopefully) have written my first proper novel.


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For the uninitiated, NaNoWriMo – or National Novel Writing Month – is an online scheme which runs in November every year. The premise is simple: give up your spare time, your everyday routine and a small portion of your soul and get that idea for a 50,000 word novel that you’ve been sitting on forever written into something to be proud of. The website itself – – allows you to create a profile in which you announce your novel, update your word count, and generally share your progress with likeminded novelists-to-be. There’s a really cool feature for those who have time to commit their online and everyday life to getting their novel penned, which involves selecting your geographical location and being drafted into meetups in your area to discuss plots, ideas, and hash out any little niggles you might be having with things like character development or creating the perfect setting. I’m routinely receiving emails from the Birmingham group, but living a good hour away and holding down a full-time job at the same time as trying to write means I’m relying on the Twitter community to get me through the long haul!

So, my novel. My novel isn’t the story I originally set out to write. I spent the best part of my summer fabricating a fictional island and a host of characters to write this coming-of-age, YA-style piece in which I shamelessly offloaded all my personal problems and struggles onto this character I’d created. It felt a bit too personal, and I attempted to turn it into a murder mystery, but it wasn’t working for me.

In the past week alone, I’ve started from scratch and I’ve now got my whole plot AND a sub plot in mind. It’s day 2 of NaNoWriMo and I’m already a few thousand words in. I’ve never felt so motivated to write!

In a little writing break a few nights ago I wrote this little blurb, which I’ll share with you all to give you an idea of what sort of thing I’m writing. It’ll by no means be perfect, and I’m not sure the finished piece will ever go further than my own hard drive, but here it is!

Years into the future, a bustling capital city is in the throes of a meteorological movement dubbed the Magna Metum. From the Latin meaning ‘great fear’, the Magna Metum has shrouded the city in darkness, clogged the air with harmful chemicals and invoked a fear of one’s neighbour in each citizen.

Frank Mallory was once the posterchild superhero, whose reputation was left in tatters upon renouncing his powers to start a family. Now a social outcast, estranged from his wife, Frank lives alone in the apartment he can’t afford to maintain, visited only by his former agent-turned-best friend family man Fuzz. Desperate to reconnect with his runaway son, Rover, and to bring back his public image from where it sits in the gutter, could the lead on the cause of Magna Metum Frank has inadvertantly unearthed be the solution to all of his problems?

Happy writing, everyone! If you’re taking part in NaNoWriMo too, I’d love to hear what you’ve got up your sleeve.

Until next time,

Emma x

Some end-of-2016 personal #goals

With the departure of August and arrival of September (and weirdly an influx of really, really nice sunny weather), we’ve all somehow ended up in the final third of 2016. When did that happen? It feels like I turned 22 literally five minutes ago but there’s nothing literal about it. A figurative five minutes, a literal three-and-a-half(ish) months! So, again, when did this happen?


Seeing as we’ve not got much of this year left – if 2016 was a pie we’d be fighting over the last few slices – I thought I’d share the little goals I’ve set myself to achieve by the time 2017 (ugh an odd-numbered year) rolls around.

I’m trying to use this blog as more of a personal space than a feed of posts designed to garner likes and followers. Whenever I self-impose any sort of schedule with my blogging, my ability to post *anything* goes out the window because if I miss a time I thought I’d be posting something, I’m hit with a wave of what I’ve learned is called ‘catastrophic thinking’ – a snowball effect of taunts which, in this case, are along the lines of ‘you’re not a good enough blogger!’ ‘who cares anyway?’ ‘you want to go into publishing and can’t even blog about books?’ ‘can’t even READ the books you’ve bought?’ ‘cuh’ et cetera et cetera, so on and so forth.

So that’s my first goal: blog more, on more of an ad hoc basis, about the things I want to talk about. Not every post has to be polished and include big flashy photos, either. I ain’t no photographer, at least not at the moment, and the thought of ‘not producing content that’s as pleasing as any other ‘proper’ blogger’s efforts’ actually being something that’s putting me off doing something I really enjoy is stupid.

My other goals are as follows:

– carry on with the uke. Since I last checked in, I’ve learned 9 chords and gotten so much better at strumming confidently. I can now change between chords pretty smoothly, and occasionally I can do so without twanging the strings (there’s still a loooot of twanging, though). By the end of the year I’d like to master some different strumming patterns, learn a few lil songs and maybe also learn how to tune the bloody thing. Baby steps.

– get involved with NaNoWriMo to some extent, and maybe even come out the other side of it with a novel under my belt. It’s not going to be the next Harry Potter, and it’ll probaby be full of plot holes, but it’ll be mine and it’ll be my first completed piece of work. I’ve already decided my protagonist is going to be this deadbeat, washed-up superhero in need of redemption. Doing NaNoWriMo means I’m going to have to spend from now til October 31st cobbling together my plot, characters and settings, but I’m ready!

– stop prioritising an extra hour in bed on days and mornings off over the gym. In the first half of 2016 I was going to the gym five times a week sometimes, usually four, and I felt so good in myself for it. I had more energy, I felt more accomplished on my days off and I genuinely enjoyed the feeling of working up a huge sweat. I still do! I was also more inclined to eat healthier food. Somewhere along the line this summer I’ve completely fallen out of the habit and I’m back to my sluggish, lazy ways. I know it’s going to be a tougher slog when the temperature drops and the nights start drawing in but I’m determined to become stronger and more energised.

So those are my goals! I’ll check in goalswise at the beginning of next year and see how things are going. I doubt I’ll be a plant-based, ukelele-wielding novelist with killer abs, but this world is full of surprises so who knows?

Until next time,

Emma x

All Good Things

Haven’t blogged in a month. Was recently reminded by my friend Polly that my blog, in her words, is ‘DEAD’. Caps and all. We’re still friends, I promise. It’s been a rocky month at home, but now I’m back to wanting to write again. That’s nice, isn’t it?

Anyway. Things I’ve done since the 12th of July (my last post) include…


1. The Ukelele
Yes, you read that correctly. I have decided, after months of trying to shimmy myself into a hobby (teaching myself Italian and attempting to re-learn how to knit were among the non-starters), that the tiny guitar usually reserved for YouTube musicians and primary school children will be my weapon of choice. I discovered that Sue Ryder, a UK medical care and support charity, actually sell their own range of beginner’s ukeleles in a variety of colours. I opted for the garish orange model – of course I did, this is me we’re talking about – and with the help of my guitar tutor brother (handy) I’ve started tackling the basics. I’m enjoying it so far!


2. Read some great books
Since the 12th of July I have finished two books (and I’m currently trying to juggle another two: bit of a Fletcher fest this end, I’ve gone for Billy And Me by Giovanna, and On The Other Side by Carrie Hope). They were both fantastic reads and I’d highly recommend them both!

– the first was I Let You Go, by Clare Mackintosh – a really creepy crime novel that rapidly becomes a psychological thriller that’ll make your blood boil and not want to move until you’ve finished it. Part 1’s a bit slow, but it’s all context and it’s all crucial to the development of the plot – once you hit Part 2 you’ll be on the edge of your seat. This was also a bonus, while I was still in the post-book haze:


– the second was Dead Famous by Ben Elton, which I bought off the back of watching a ScarfDemon YouTube video (this one, to be exact!). Ben Elton’s writing style is quick, witty and his characters are so well-rounded and likeable. Dead Famous is a parody of Big Brother, written at the time where BB was the talking point of the summer. Elton introduces a cast of wacky housemates, but throws a whodunnit into the mix when a housemate is murdered on day 27 with no recorded evidence. The timeline of events is so cleverly presented in Dead Famous that you’ll be kept guessing right until the final few pages.

3. Bought…a lot of new clothes
I won’t disclose how much I actually spent, because I’m slightly ashamed, but it’s one of the best things I did this month. On a night out a few weeks ago I realised I didn’t have anything to wear that I felt good in. I felt the same a few nights ago heading to a chilled reunion with all but one of my girls, and that night didn’t even require leaving the house. So I did what any girl in a self-esteem crisis would do – took myself off to Birmingham for the morning in my easiest-to-remove pinafore and tried on half the clothes in the Bullring. I came back with six tops, three skirts, two pairs of shoes, a feeling of accomplishment and a depleted bank balance. All in all, good Saturday. If only I now had any money left to go out and look good in the things I bought…

So that’s been my month! I’ve done a lot of hanging out with pals, foaming milk and blending milkshakes, but these are the bits and pieces I’ve done for myself, by myself – something that’s equally as important to feel comfortable doing.

If you fancy checking out the ukeleles – they’re £14.99 each and the proceeds go towards helping critically ill patients and their loved ones when they really need it – you can peruse the whole collection here.

Emma x

21: My Year in Review

I started writing a post called ’22 Things I’ve Learned in 22 Years’ to publish in time for my birthday next Monday (the 30th May, send me all ur presents, etc.) but even I was getting bored of it before I got to 22. I made it to my 18th point before I deleted it all, because seriously? Who is going to be reading 22 of my rambles? They weren’t even *that* insightful. So I’ve got a better post for you. 10 Cool Things I Did When I Was 21 – my year in review, if you like.

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1. My Job with Totepool
Okay, funny place to start but I’m trying to be chronological here. I worked Royal Ascot mid-June and then Glorious Goodwood in July. It was a stressful job, sure, and you’d always finish a festival not quite sure your toes were still attached to your feet, but it was really fun and I’ve got some pretty cool stories from working there. Talking to the entertainment editor of the Telegraph in the 100-acre garden of the CEO of Ascot Racecourse’s lodge at his pre-races lunch? Being tipped £60 by a Swedish prince, and another £20 from an American businessman after choosing him the winning horse in a 28-horse race? Being six feet away from the Queen’s carraige and receiving a royal wave in my first day on the job? It was, all in all, a really cool experience.

2. Finishing my degree
With a 2:1 no less! I was so, so pleased. All the boozing and celebrating is a bit of a blur now but it was so much fun. Highlights include a roadtrip to Henley blasting The Weeknd, having a wine mom night with cheese, crackers and pizza and a house party full of party people, a huge sound system and other disco treats.

3. Graduating
My graduation was a great day. It was the perfect end to my uni experience – the last event my family attended as a 4-piece, the sun was shining, I wasn’t bloated so felt fab in my dress and I got to spend the day with my Philosophy department, who really made uni what it was for me.

4. Got a new job!
Not the graduate job I was expecting to walk into straight out of uni, but after two months of unemployment at home I decided to just cut my losses and take what I could find. On September 7th I began working as a barista in my local coffee shop that ISN’T a Costa or a Starbucks (hint, hint). It was p daunting after being a checkout girl for 4 years, but I’ve met some great people through work and it’s been quite rewarding getting stuck into something a bit different.

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5. Went to New York
Yes, my 21st birthday present! Anna and I went to the Big Apple for 5 days, from the 17th-22nd September 2015. It was the best trip I’ve EVER been on and we did so many unforgettable things. We stayed on Times Square and it really is like being on another planet. It’s my favourite city in the world.

6. Attended Hachette’s ‘Insight Into Publishing’ Day
On the 4th November, 2015 I was invited to spend the day at Hachette’s publishing house on the Embankment in London, where I found out about every aspect of the publishing industry, received a lovely tote bag full of books and info and attended a wine reception on their rooftop bar (I KNOW, how swish). From the 6am train I had to catch this end to the meal deal I ate on my connection home from Birmingham, it was a real adventure and I’m still honoured to have been given the opportunity.

7. Planned my Dad’s funeral
Glossing over the horrible time of it we had in his final 6 months, the 5th January 2016 – Dad’s cremation, thanksgiving of life service and wake – was actually a really lovely day for me. We packed out the church my Mum and Dad got married in with friends, family and colleagues, all together to celebrate the life of the best man ever. We listened to his favourite music and shared all our memories of him and it was a day full of love and support. (Plus, heading out to his old watering hole and getting smashed as a family afterwards was a nice way to end proceedings!)

8. Travelled to Berlin
I visited my oldest friend Victoria in January who is teaching in Berlin for her year abroad with uni. Such a spontaneous little visit but I had the best time and absolutely wish I’d gone over sooner! Berlin is such a great place. I fell in love with its character.


9. Saw The Book Of Mormon in the West End
The Book of Mormon is a musical I’d been desperate to attend since its release, but always kind of wrote off because getting a seat in one of the shows requires selling your firstborn child and not eating for a month. Seriously, we met a bloke in New York in the queue for our Broadway tickets who told us he’d snagged two tickets for the Broadway production for $500. There’s nothing bargainous about that! So I was over the moon when my Mum decided to treat me and her to a day out in London and she agreed to see the musical with me after we found some cheap-ish seats (if you can call £78 each cheap-ish). It’s HILARIOUS and definitely the funniest show I’ve ever seen. Go if you can!

10. To Tenerife!
A spontaneous holiday abroad, you say? Booked 5 days before you leave? Such a fab decision. We were only there for a few days and had a super relaxed, topping-up-the-tans-and-burns getaway – as well as visiting the world-famous waterpark Siam Park.

So, even though I’d chalk this year up as being the lowest of the lows in terms of my mental health and overall wellbeing, I can’t deny that I’ve done some really brilliant things and had a lot of great opportunities. It’s been a year of growing up, entering the ‘real world’ (so to speak) and just generally coping, which I’m proud of myself for doing and continuing to do.

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Until next time,

Emma x

Let’s Catch Up: Tenerife


So yeah, *that* happened! My friend Abbie and I booked a holiday to Tenerife 5 days before we went. I’ve never done anything so spontaneous – and I’m so glad we did!

We arrived in Tenerife on a Monday night (after a cheeky bit of prosecco on the plane) and left Friday afternoon in the last week of April. So three whole days. On the Wednesday we went to Siam Park, allegedly the world’s number 1 waterpark (according to TripAdvisor), but the Tuesday and Thursday were spent topping up tans/burns and drinking Tequila Sunrises by the pool.


The lady next to me on the flight out had the *cutest* baby in the world who didn’t cry for the whole flight. She also insisted we have this photo taken. When drinking at 34,000ft…


This is the resort we stayed in. It’s the Santa Barbara Golf & Ocean Club, in San Miguel. The lobby was a bit like a palace with a big, sweeping staircase and chandeliers, and our room was like a proper apartment – it had a hallway! For a last minute deal working out at £40 each for the studio, we were seriously impressed. Plus the TV picked up BBC1, BBC2 and ITV, which meant we could be proper #BritsAbroad for the week. The resort itself is a bit remote, and getting to the Americas would’ve taken us a lengthy taxi ride which is something we didn’t really factor into our budgeting. We didn’t get to do much exploring of Tenerife because of that, which is a bit of a shame, but we were only after a bit of a breather away somewhere hot anyway so it suited us fine.

Siam Park was such a fun day out. I can see why it’s been ranked #1 in the world on TripAdvisor. Walking up to the top of each ride we were treated to beautiful views of Tenerife, as well as walking amongst so many pretty flowers and plants to get there. The rides themselves were great too. My favourite was called the Vulcano – a ride with a huge drop into a dark, inclosed ‘toilet’ (you know the types of water ride I mean when I say that?) fitted with blue and white LED lights. So cool!

(As well as the rides, we spent ages in the mahoosive wave machine doing handstands and riding the waves because we’re children.)


About two hours into our first day I became the sunburn queen. This was a tiny part of the damage post-Siam Park. It hurt a loooot more than I’m letting on. Aftersun everywha.

I’m gonna pitch you a scenario now. You’ve just spent the whole day having loads of fun at this crazy waterpark. What do you do with your evening? A few glasses of wine over dinner and a walk along the beach? Venture into the Americas and dance the night away?

…do any of your scenarios end with an MJ tribute act, three big glasses of Sangria and a bit of a secret sick at 3am? No?

…mine neither…ha ha ha…

To round off the lovely holiday we did the typical ‘white girl on Instagram’ thing of taking incredibly candid, impromptu photos that we definitely didn’t spend all week arranging in our heads. Where did you get THAT idea from?


Until next time,

Emma x