I’ve had a few mates move over there and know loads who’ve been over for a holiday, and all of them love it. But it’s just never appealed to me.
It all just comes across to me as all that inflated lips, waxed eyebrows, Instagram celebrity, ‘look at me, I’m going to stand here while you take pictures of me for ten minutes even though other people might actually like having a look at it, and make sure you get the Louis Vuitton bag in’ shite… and that’s just the men!
Proper footballer’s girlfriend, Love Island and hangers-on haven. But it’s not cool in the slightest any of that stuff. Loads of money, high prices but not high class.
Maybe I’m not giving it a fair chance and judging it before I’ve seen it for myself. It’s not like I’m some ruffian who’d stick out like a sore thumb n’all. I always think I am a good inbetweener who’s always got on with the geek and the cock of the school, a kid and an OAP, a rich man and a poor man… but I can never seem to get on board with the style over substance pretentious stuff.