Take your seats, put on their seat belts and get ready for HTC tour bus around the medieval city of Galway. The tour will depart immediately. Coming up on this tour today we will be looking at some of the key historical sites of this rich and vibrant city. I should warn you now. There are no refunds. Thank you and enjoy HTC does Galway Tours.
Recently, and as you would have heard in Episode 10, Galway Girls, Team HTC went on a little jaunt to Galway in Ireland. The main reason behind this trip was to look at hot Irish men, listen to trad Irish music, and drink Whiskey and West Coast Cooler. As you can tell, the aim of this holiday was culture and learning. But despite this, we thought it might be best if we have a look around Galway instead of just staying in our hotel room, nurturing hangovers and having bubble baths.
Armed with a map of sight seeing opportunities and a sense of adventure, the brave HTC girlies went searching for gold… no…wrong story…they went searching for things to look at and go “ohh yeah very interesting” and pretend to understand all the history.
Read MoreI walked in to the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind me and slid the bolt lock across. I leant up against the shimmery papered walls, breathed and released a deep sigh. My shoulders dropped and the noise from the rest of the house dulled a little. You got it, school holidays and the only place to escape the madness is the bog! Charming.
If you think a beautifully decorated bedroom with scented candles, billowing voile drapes and a sumptuous bed with enough pillows to suffocate an elephant is where we mums retreat for a moment of sanity, forget it. No, most mums can be found barricaded in their bathrooms at some stage or another quietly rocking and rubbing their ears chanting “woosah” in a vain attempt of regaining their sanity after escaping the battle scene.
I wandered over to the toilet and sat down heavily and breathed a sigh once again. As I did I glanced over to the window sill where my husband’s aunty keeps a selection of bathroom literature. The book that caught my eye in particular was “211 Things A Bright Girl Can Do.” On flipping it over I discovered that this was “the essential life-skills handbook for bright girls of every age, featuring all the subjects they didn’t teach you at school or Girl Guides.”
Intrigued, having not paid much attention at school and certainly never been a Girl Guide, I was delighted to see it covered many essential lessons. Those of particular interest:
Read MoreSo I was reading an article by Gala Darling a few weeks ago, on how to make your periods suck less. Firstly, it pleased me that she specifically said “suck less” instead of “not suck”. Secondly, it reminded me about a piece of advice I was once given about calming my cramps. A friend of mine told me, “eat lots of garlic, and have lots of sex”.
Needless to say, I was horrified. At about 17 years old, I actually pulled the Tigger “Sticky-stuff” face and quickly ran along to listen to questionable music or some other teenage stereotype. It struck a chord deep within me, and I have spent the past 5 years asking my closest girlfriends if this is something they partake in during their sensitive time.
Many of them admitted that they do. And they enjoy it.
Read MoreSometimes I’ll find myself browsing the likes of Topshop, ASOS etc. It’s mid-month, I’m stony broke and yet I taunt myself with the “new in” sections of my favourite online shopping haunts. It isn’t like I have expensive tastes. It is just that I really like buying pretty dresses. When it comes to that time of the month however, I have to stick that credit card away (or you know, in the freezer where I can’t use it) and just say no. If there is no cash in the bank, there are no pretty dresses to be had.
And whilst I may not be alone in this daily struggle with my credit card and Topshop habit, it appears there is a new way to get what you want. Rinsing. I just thought rinsing was what I did when shampooing my hair, but apparently it is a super effective way of getting what you want from men.
Hooray. That £70 ASOS dress is mine, bitches!
So Barrack Obama has stated his belief’s that gay marriage should be legal in the USA and Cameron has been urged to share those views. Yes, the cynical part of me believes this is part of Obama’s campaign at an attempt to gain the youth vote. The rest of me has screamed from the rooftops, retweeted him twelve times and even developed a little bit of a crush on him (have you seen him slow-jamming the news?)
Thank fuck! A politician has finally stood up for gay marriage. Someone has let their politics get personal and that, of course, led me to make my next article a different kind of intimate to my usual exhibitionism or talk of vaginas.
I don’t want to kick off by pointing out that I have gay friends, or liberal views. I just want to strip the argument back to its bare bones. Why wouldn’t it make sense to get married, if you’re in love? Who actually has the right to question the love one person feels for another, regardless of gender? I don’t believe that anyone does. Really. I’m not stating anything original here, just something that some people need to hear.
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