Like all the most interesting characters I’ve had the pleasure of meeting throughout my life, Ibiza has a multi-faceted personality. She is the wild, dancing-on-the-bar party girl, the last one standing at the end of the night; that crazy chica who simply throws back another […]
To some, the word “festival” conjures up fond memories of matted hair, muddy wellies and swigging warm pink Lambrini from a supersize bottle in the pouring rain. If that’s your idea of fun, you may as well keep on scrollin’ sista, ’cause this post ain’t […]
11th June – 6 weeks until Ibiza! Sooo, it’s 6 weeks now until we hit Ibiza for the Clockwork Orange weekender bender and as I sit munching my Kettle Chips and M&S Victoria Sponge Muffins (which are, by the way, orgasmic) with all the restraint […]
Last October in Ibiza, whilst shaking my tailfeather and sipping overpriced vodka limons on the Space terrace, having a ball despite ball-burn (darn those pesky skyscraper heels) and a rapidly-diminishing stack of euros, I spotted a familiar face across the packed dancefloor: Eve, my glam […]
Ibiza. Eye-beef-ahh. Ee-beez-a. Whatever your preferred pronunciation, most people who visit The White Isle never go just once: the island is a magnet. If she were a woman she’d be a fearless rubber-clad dominatrix, mercilessly reeling you in then spitting you out; she eats guileless […]
Until the first episode of Ibiza Uncovered aired on Sky1, the fact that we were about to appear on a weekly television show hadn’t fully sunk in. Sure, we’d signed on the dotted line of the contracts, filmed the “before” scenes: packing our cases at […]
Following that first girly jaunt to The White Isle, the crew agreed that the trip had been the absolute dog’s balearics and were chomping at the bit to get back over to the party girl’s paradise as soon as our sixth-form schedules would allow. […]
I fell in love with clubbing long before I was old enough to set foot in one. Well, legally anyway. At fifteen, I papered my bedroom walls, door and even the ceiling with flyers for raves and club nights, signing up to the Flying Squad […]
photo credit It’s Sunday evening after the previous night’s clubbing, you’re slumped in the local old folks’ home wearing a pair of stained, too-big jeans, which you’re sure until recently were the perfect fit. Suddenly, over the course of what feels like only a matter […]
