In 2007, after my cul-de-sac of a relationship came to an end, I decided to take my first holiday alone. I discovered that I was excellent company
Winter, 2007. My first TV series had just gone out. I had just got my first tattoo. I needed a holiday, but having recently disentangled myself from a cul-de-sac of a relationship I couldn’t think who to go with. “Go on your own, you pussy,” a squeaky little voice said. I don’t like being called a pussy by anyone, least of all myself – so I booked an all-inclusive package, Boxing Day to New Year’s Day, in Sharm el-Sheikh, Egypt’s Red Sea resort.
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