Dancing With Mephisto.

Around this time last week, my lovely Lucy and I were bitter about coming back to reality after a brilliant weekend getaway with the fabulous five ladies from London. Although I reckon the term 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' is a load of rubbish, we definitely shared fantastic memories that are going down in the books. Right abiiiii's?? (our little turkish slang).

A late summer trip to this crazy place has become our girly annual destination. It kinda feels like home away from home with all the Brits in one place. Thanks ladies for all the sleepless nights, intoxicated giggles, mad hangovers, dancing with mephistos, cheap dinners, deep-sleeping (won't open the door) roommate, lazy afternoons and perfect company. Till next year.

Las Vegas: All the amenities of modern society in a habitat unfit to grow a tomato - Jason Love.