Holiday allowances. The bane of every salaried worker’s existence, right? Nobody likes restrictions, especially when it means less sun, culture, and sea. But instead of sulking that we have to save our days for Christmas/ weddings/ more weddings/ hen dos, why not embrace all the baby holidays we do get (a.k.a. the weekends!)? Why spend Friday night at a bar in Bank when you could spend it at one in balmy Barcelona instead? Yes, the best thing about the UK is that many of Europe’s best cities are less than a two hour’s flight away. It’s time to start living for the weekend — on the continent that is.
Why I Broke Up With New York
I remember the time I gave myself to New York, even more clearly than I remember losing my virginity. I was 17; it was a rainy Wednesday in July, the type