Despite the fact that i have a ridiculously youthful appearance and continue to be carded upon entering any possible form of age restricted venue, maturity is slowly seeping into my skin. My summer days are now a hazy mash of long cooked breakfasts on the balcony and lazily strolling through parks, accompanied by various friends and boyfriends who have also swapped bubblegum and Katy Perry for sensible 2 fruit and 5 veg meals and the strains of Architecture in Helsinki. I'ts all about bbq's and beers and sun-kissed skin and sweat slicked ponytails swinging enthusiastically side to side as we amble hot gum studded roads in big drunken masses. This is it, this is Summer.
