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Well, well, well, Summer 2018, you surpassed all our expectations. You gave us the ability to talk about weather at least 50 times more than the usual British quota, to total strangers. You made me sweat in places I never knew sweated. You made us believe we’d win the World Cup. We didn’t even mind that much when we didn’t cus we still had a tan. And you gave us the confidence to go to weddings, festivals and pretty much any outdoor event without even taking a cagoule.

 

This meant the vast majority of gigs and festivals felt like the greatest we’d ever experienced. Watching Foo Fighters at the Olympic Stadium was not only one of the best gigs I’ve ever been to, but it certainly helped that sun was setting whilst Dave Grohl decided to do a cover of John Lennons ‘Imagine’ fused with Van Halens ‘Jump’. Special indeed.

 

It also meant that when I headed up to Glasgow, (which, by the way, is one of the friendliest cities I’ve ever visited), to cover this years TRNSMT festival for Virgin, it was also hotter than Barbados. The line up was ridiculously good. Three of my absolute favourites; Stereophonics, Liam Gallagher & Arctic Monkeys. And they were just the headliners. Throw in Shed Seven, James Bay, Miles Kane, Tom Grennan and many more. It was obviously gonna go off.

 

In between smashing as many ice creams and working on a very deep Glaswegian tan, I sat down with as many bands and artists as I could wrestle for a chat. Here’s who I found.

 

If I look a tad lost, it’s because I was trying to hide my (not so secret) love for Kelly, since the age of 14.

 

Chatting silk shirts and The Rolling Stones with the most chiselled man in music, James Bay.

 

 

Utterly brilliant and super lovely, Shed Seven

 

 

A man so cool, I wasn’t too keen on standing next to to have a photo with. Miles Kane.

 

 

Talking World records and tanning with the adorable Tom Grennan.

 

 

TRNSMT you were awesome!

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At the end of last year we got to meet Noel, so it was only fair that this year we got to address the balance with a chat with Liam. Being a lifelong fan and knowing the unpredictably of a Gallagher, the nerves were slightly higher than usual. But I need not have worried. In walked a super polite, parka wearing Liam, swaggering into the room, shaking hands with everyone. He lived up to everything you would expect from Liam. As with the nature of an interview with a Gallagher, always entertaining and unpredictable, we discuss everything from his new album, to reality tv and life reflection.

Enjoy in all it’s (morning) glory. Sorry.

 

 

 

Can we just have a moment for this again…

 

 

 

How we influenced the Royal Wedding, PMT helpline and we’re joined by stand up comedian, actress, producer, writer, New York times bestseller and all round utterly brilliant Amy Schumer!

‘Ooops upside your hips’. Jennie rebrands a classic party tune and how Amy got on DJing at a teenage disco. Ahead of the Royal wedding, concerns over the stability of Harry and Meghan plus why Jennie ended up throwing a curry at a wall.

 

This episode, why I barely recognised Jennie and why she can’t open dishwashers anymore. We see the return of trendy biker clothing and the nob column. Why Jennie won’t work for Radio 4 (this is an explicit ep-AGAIN), why soaps are shit, first kisses and Victoria Beckham spotting.

We recently caught up with superstar Simon Pegg to discuss the new blockbuster, Ready Player One. We disucssed the nickname his daughter has for Tom Cruise and why Steven Spielberg is a good hugger…

 

 

 

This week we’re joined by the brutally honest and hilarious, Kate Lawler. Discussing her journey from becoming the first female Big Brother winner, experiencing instant fame and bizarre offers from newspapers, to social media and laser hair removal. We delve into her time on Love Island, Celebrity Wrestling, RISE and much more.

Also, how Amy got on on her solo holiday and Jennie discusses a dog called Howard.

This episode sounds terrible. We attempted Skyping and it’s gone terribly wrong, but as Jennie says ‘you’re on our journey’ so you’ll have to endure it with us. Also, why Amy’s going on holiday on her own, how many people we’ve slept with, Jennifer Lawrence coat debate & pit girls.

 

 

As most do in January, I spent a large proportion of time in front of the fire, a good stone heavier, planning my trips and adventures for the year. I get a tad obsessed with having things planned to look forward to. I may have a bit of a history of getting over excited with booking.com. That isn’t a plug btw, pretty sure they hate me with the amount I book and cancel. I blame them for free cancellation being so easy (just remember to cancel if plans change-trust me, it’s really annoying paying for a hotel room you aren’t staying in). I’m basically addicted to booking hotel rooms. God I’m cool.

 

I had a week pencilled in for March to nip away. Trouble is I had no-one to go away with. I hadn’t done it for some time, but I decided this would be a good opportunity to go somewhere on my own. The last time I did this was five years ago when I took a month off work to travel round South America (to find myself, obviously). But I wasn’t looking to find anything now, other than where I could get free wifi and a white Magnum. To be honest, I was feeling a bit weird about going away on my own. I hadn’t done it for so long and even though I loved it when I went travelling before, that was a different scenario. I wanted to test myself and feel uncomfortable then. Now, I just wanted to switch off, lie to myself that I’d have a digital detox and read an actual book. I was concerned I might feel bored this time around.

 

But my crippling addiction took hold, I caved into the adrenaline rush of booking my flights and accommodation, sold my soul to cheap Ryanair flights for the 1678th time after saying I’d never book with them again, sat back and felt pretty smug.

 

So I was looking for somewhere that I could have a healthy few days of sun. Yoga retreat was the goal. I know it’s a cliche, but thing is, I am. And when you’re in your thirties, the thought of a weeks binge drinking makes me just feel tired. Only problem I found with a lot of yoga retreats was that they were often organised on specific weeks and you had to commit to the whole week, fixed price (which is often pretty punchy) and the schedule always felt a bit rigid. Then I came across Paradis Plage which hit the nail on the head.

In Taghazout, Morocco, so only a 3-4 hour flight, it not only looked stunning, but was a surf/yoga hotel resort. Yoga was offered three times a day, so you could pick (on the day) when you wanted to go. You could do as much or as little as the mood took you. Surf lessons were also available daily (I wasn’t feeling quite gnarly enough this time), a full outdoor and indoor gym, spa, excursions and more. This was perfect! I didn’t want a schedule, just the option to do activities as and when I felt/could be bothered.

I couldn’t have felt more relaxed from the moment I arrived and was handed a welcome drink and shown to my enormous room overlooking the beach. The resort is incredible. On the first day, I woke early and headed straight to the yoga studio. Did I mention it’s located on the beachfront looking out to sea?

 

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The rest of the day turned out to be perfect sunshine, which as an obsessive weather app checker was remarkable, as three days of rain had been promised. I’d love to say I embarked on many fulfilling activities, which in a sense I did, as I ordered a G & T round the pool. I needed the vitamin D, I’d forgotten what heat felt like, (if you also have-it’s really great btw).

I LOVE Morocco. This was my fourth visit. I’ve previously stayed in Marrakech a couple of times and Essaouira. Both of which are such an exciting explosion of culture, camels and colour. They should use that in their next campaign. They have perfectly adopted my penchant for painting things lovely bright colours. You will see a lot of blue and smell a lot of jasmine. Bloody delicious.

I finished the day with my fave Moroccan mint tea and a sunset stroll.

 

 

I then decided I should take advantage of an outdoor workout while the sun set. There were no excuses as they had exactly the same equipment that I use at my Strongman training in London. Tyres, ropes, weights. Damn it.

 

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Day two and the heavens opened, which was ideal, because as a Brit abroad, one day of sunshine is, quite frankly, more than enough. FFS. Luckily I had a spa day planned. A two hour traditional Moroccan Hammam and orange blossom massage.

For those who haven’t had the pleasure of a Hammam yet, it basically involves stripping down to a pair of paper pants, sitting alone in a stone steam room and then having a really good scrub down, mud treatment and wash. It may sound terrifying but it feels amazing. There is no possible way you could feel cleaner. Sadly I don’t have photos of this.

 

 

The rest of the day was spent in a relaxed daze, so much so I didn’t notice that it continued to hammer down with rain most the afternoon. I mean, obviously I did notice, I’m British, it was all I talked about, but I was so zen and two glasses of red wine down, I simply didn’t care. I trotted off to another incredible yoga class, ate my body weight in pastries and slept for 12 hours. I was becoming so relaxed I was on the verge of being stressed out by it.

 

I’ve had a few people get in touch since I posted about this trip saying they’ve been considering a solo break but were hesitant. DO IT. I wrote that in capitals so I really meant it. I had a few moments of thinking I should make an effort and befriend people, then realised I really didn’t want or need to and was so happy to just do my yoga, relax by the pool and switch off. It’s great being the only one making decisions. Also, there were lots of solo travellers whilst there so if you were interested in befriending, there’s so many activities and excursions going on you’ll never feel alone.

 

If you want to book a stay with Paradis Plage, use the promo code AmyVoce2018 and you’ll receive a 10% discount if booked before 30/04/18. So there you go, no excuses, get your adventure booked and get excited!!

 

 

 

Why Amy’s been crying (someone’s had a drink and overshares). The staggering reason Jennie & Amy didn’t become dancers, Oprah Winfrey, and Sex music. Happy Valentines Blondies!