First up, I need to say two things.
Number one, my belly is still swollen and uncomfortable from the sheer amount of cocktails, carbs, cheese and sweet, glorious food I pushed upon it whilst in Leeds.
And number two, I think I could live in Leeds. It gave off this vibe that just clung to my soul, like a part of Voldemort’s soul attaching itself to the nearest living thing, y’know?
It was busy and full of all the best kinds of amenities – a giant Primark, TWO H&MS, a really sexy, bright shopping centre, lots of cocktail places, independent food haunts and the mega blogger bonus – plenty of cute quiet street to snap outfit of the days in.
OH, and like it’s busy and has the whole city vibe going on, and yet feels a bit gentler than your classic city as it’s so compact and easy to navigate.
Anyway, enough fan girling, it’s a bit cringe.
I’d only been to Leeds once before – for the Blogger’s Blog Awards last year and it was incredibly fleeting, so when I was asked by Jaywing PR if I wanted to come to their blogger brunch and DUN DUN DUN do a talk on full time blogging and everything that comes with full-time blogging, I decided to dive in headfirst and stay for the entire weekend with my boo in tow.
We booked into The New Ellington as a few people recommended it on Twitter – it’s a very reasonably priced step-up from your classic Travelodge, complete with a very extensive gin menu, oh AND it’s on a street that has like three different gentleman’s clubs on it so you can never tire of making jokes like ‘shall we just pop in here tonight’ lol lol lol. We so funny.
I met Chris at the station on Friday evening straight from work, armed with all the cider from the fridge I could carry because hey, what’s a long train journey without getting *slightly* drunk and eating an M&S buffet dinner?
Big shoutout to the Serrano Ham and Manchego Rollitos (posh ham wrapped around lumps of cheese) for being the best train snack in all the lands.
After a three and a half hour journey and two trains, we dumped our bags and headed out to explore, but not before I whined like a child at Chris to take a photo of me next to a phone box because I’m a super darling girlfriend like that.
We ended up at Iberica for cocktails which were divine and then a nice old lady who was ordering a Bailey’s coffee chuckled at me for Snapchatting my daquiri. You funny old sausage, you.
On the Saturday morning Chris headed off on his own for shopping, yoga and brunch, whilst I swanned up to Banyan for my brunch desperately praying mimosas were on the menu to help take the edge of my OMG I HAVE TO STAND UP AND DO A PRESENTATION TO STRANGERS nerves.
As profesh as ever.
(Spoiler: there were and I had two AND two coffees and I was buzzing like a a teenager’s Whatsapp messages on a Friday night).
It went well… I think. No-one threw eggs at me and I guess that’s the main thing, eh? No boo-ing either.
So shout out to all the Leeds galdems for being such sweethearts and humouring me and my baby pink Powerpoint. (Did you really expect anything less?)
We spent the rest of the afternoon mosying about the city – eating the most divine late afternoon giant-size snack at Hepworth’s Deli.
And when I say snack, I mean sexy platter of cheese, meat, bread and chutney with a side of sweet potato fries because y’know, it was a Saturday. Oh and big sweet, juicy glasses of Malbec because it’s nice to pretend you a fancy bitch sometimes.
The rest of the day was dedicated to naps, drinking in the hotel room, and drinking Cielo Blanco out of watermelon and pear margaritas. Come to mumma, you little baes <3 (Food was pretty smokin’ too – with the same Mexican street food set-up as Wahaca).
Oh and chain-watching Gavin and Stacey in bed because although we had grand plans to stay up late and get a bit sozzled, the truth is, we’re a bit boring and get tired easy. Lol.
And then yeah, the weekend was finished off in the most heavenly way possible with a big stack of blueberry and honeycomb breakfast pancakes at OX Club (Chris’s Korean chicken also tasted like angels were dancing on my tongue). Probably the most photogenic pancakes to ever fall into my mouth before.
I told you there was a lot of food, huh?
And then we were home with enough time to lie about in our trackies and watch Orange Is The New Black from a blanket nest on the sofa for a good few hours before the Sunday blues came whirling about doing their worst.
‘Cos that’s the best way to do a weekend away, innit?
OH AND P.S. I vlogged! Watch it here.
I’m desperate to explore more of the UK (even though Ipswich is ahem, bangin’) – where should I add next to my list?
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