A Wee Hello from Scotland!

From kicking off some traditional Scottish dancing to seeing some native Scottish Elephants we are fully embracing our (not actually very cold!) northern neighbors!

After a hella early flight and a classic quick pack a few hours before my flight I was up here just before 9am after being the only person on the flight not for business, dressed in practically pajamas. We decided to make the most of the day and did a safari trip! Unfortunately, much to mine and Louise's disappointment, no monkey attacked Goblins car. But we did almost get decapitated by a Vulture in the bird show.

Then we explored Edinburgh (or EdinBurger as Louise likes to call it) and this involved browsing every charity shop in human existence spending a days wage (so not very much) in Primark and chilling in the park under the castle and bullying our favourite pet.

A "sticky willy" according to our favourite Scotsman

We are sitting in the Goblin's garden with a currently cloudless drinking our now upgraded sacko (THIS IS NOT A DRILL COCKTAILS IN A BAG)  after a somewhat messy night in Edinburgh .

So last night the Goblin took us out to town where we indulged in dirty student bars and £1 shots and (maybe) one two many Absinthe's. Of course. 

Haggis Bomb - Irn Bru and Jager. A Scottish speciality (that nobody drinks) 

The party don't start till we walk in

But Edinburgh is a beaut place, and damn they have castles e v e r y w h e r e. We're going to try hit up Lochness later in the week for a wee roadtrip. But as for tomorrow I'm heading over to Glasgow to catch up with the girls from Tenerife for a few days.

You can read Goblin's blog from Scotland here, or follow his adventures here

Chapter 2 - Using every penny I own on seeing friends and holidays!

Tenerife April 2017

03/05/17

Have you really been on holiday if you haven't got horrifically sunburnt and so drunk you have to get walked home? Of course not! So we've been holidaying right, right????

If you don't visit the Chicken Shack and see Steve you've done Tenerife wrong. So hitting up the shack on our first night was a must. 

Almost a year to the date after I first landed in Tenerife and 3 months since last stepped foot in the Canaries I found myself back but this time with company from Louise! Everything is different from when I was last here, mostly the lack of my boys Josh and Danny and my girl Lauren. But apart from that, nothing changes and everything feels the same. Same old sunny beaches, same old pints of Cherry Bakewells and dodgy dancing down at P2. A bit of karaoke at Paddy's, a messy night in Las Americas and a surprise visit from our weeks host Curtie Wertie! (I owe ya one!)

A few highlights

-Louise getting bit by the worlds smallest dog.

-The Welsh Wizard Jamie eating a whole stick of Lipbalm because we told him to.

-Getting on stage with my boy Tony Kay and helping Gary Barlow sing some songs.  

-Racing against the clock to pick up Leo's mates from the airport but really just enjoying the roadtrip.

-Self inflicted Wine ban after polishing off 3 bottles on our first night and having to get walked home. But don't worry, Louise died on the 2nd night and Curtie on the 3rd.  Back on the Amaretto where my heart belongs!

Dead Curtie 

- Not the downfall of rain we had that trapped us in Green Corner

-Climbing up to the Spanish Flag with a flip-flop wearing, hella hungover Curtis.

-Being reunited with the true love of my life

Great to catch up with the Tenerife crew, till next time!

Boyband team

I don't no why I have so many straws in my hair

Laura, Angel, Ondy and Silvia. Animation Represent! 

Did someone say amaretto? 

Us (trying) to be more highend with some cocktails 

But back where we being necking pints of spirits 

Curtie Wertie being...well...Curtis.

Winter/Spring 2017 - Sponsored by Sacko Wine

And so that brings us to the end of this chapter and my latest adventure.

You can probably tell from the blog how much fun I've had in this little mountain village 1300m+ up.  From confronting the mass-sausagefest with crowdsurfing and being greeted by chants of GIRLGIRLGIRL, having some techno-crazy bus driver bringing us back from Annecy Lake, spilling Dolphinoise Potato sauce on Joelphinoise just to name a few moment of the season. There's been helicopter rides, skidoo rides, dancing on tables for days and lots of falling over in the snow and on the ice. With doing something like this, especially in such a quiet town it is what you make it and our little team have made it totally unforgettable (unless we count all the night I died). The Peisey Patrol have made it great and I can't wait to get up to Scotland and over to Cornwall to visit everyone, but not before me and my partner in crime Louise visit Tenerife for a cheeky holiday and sunny getaway.

Estimated liters of sacko consumed - 40
Guestimated days on the slopes - 35
Guests in the chalet - 228
Cakes baked - 84
Beds made - 242
Times died - 3
Skidoo rides - 1

Goodbye Gregz

And when the guests are gone...

Out with the guests, in with the hot tub

with a bbq

and more wine 

and more drinking games 

"I bet you never pictured yourself sitting there eating potato salad out of the bowl with a pillow covering your tits"

-Rob Cook
16/04/17
9.27am

"I've got sorbet inbetween my toes, it's really sticky"

Louise Hurrell
21.45
13/04/17

What. A. Day.

Who said that life in Peisey is boring?

After having a lovely and classy picnic at the snow park with the team we headed over to our favourite place, the Arpett. ANNNNNNND of course, that's where it all goes downhill* (not Just because it's 2000m up) so this week started off fairly normal, some sacko wine, some table dancing, getting in the cage, having a moshpit, breaking onto the platform** etcetc

As you can see from the photos we get progressively more outrageous, again.

So a started to get interesting not long after Rob popped out the Champagne, but instantly after Lewis brought out the BIGGEST BOTTE OF WINE I HAVE EVER SEEN. We had been surfing on our wobbly table all Arpett then suddenly it collapsed, we actually broke the whole thing.

Then as we are leaving I get talking to a beautiful bearded gent, and part of our conversation turns to the Piste Patrol Looking after some drunk guy on the floor to then realise it was Chalet Pascale's very own Joel Agg. So I have to drop my board and my conversation with the beautiful bearded man to rescue my roommate. By this point the Patrol have already decided that they've called an AIR AMBUANCE (A Real life FREKKING HEICOPTER) to come and get him after they can't get any conversation out of him (despite him responding to me when I spoke to him).

 So after a few phone calls to Boss Man Archie ("Hi Archie, don't worry but can we get the insurance details please" "Hey, me again, do you Know all of Joel's details please" "Hi Arch, me again, so yeah don't worry but Joel's being taken away in a helicopter, you can hear it right???") Mr Agg was being taken away. Piste Patrol kept trying to rid me from the area but I'd do anything for my boyfriend (or so they thought, I Really wanted to go in the helicopter too) so waited around, then they forced me onto a Snow Mobile, but hey I wasn't complaining. And when your friend is being taken to Hospital, you have to take selfies on the Skidoo.

So the whilst our Joel is on his way there, we do what us in Peisey are good at...drink more.

 And after a pitcher of long Island Ice Tea the rest of my evening is a blank. but I did have a great time and even rocked up to Band Night in my Salad Pets.

Then onto today....I cut up 4KG of lamb and made lamb tagine and we picked up the piece of our lives and Louise got her clothes and I located my helmet and we had a lovely (non alcoholic) bevvie in the sun.

*the Arpett never makes anything worse, Just better.

** I have never felt more famous in my whole life, and as Louise put it "I felt like Brittany!"