Crikey mate! It’s 1983. Wham! are top of the charts. Two besties are on their Big O.E. in London.

Then one of them meets a bloke and things turn to shit.

Jafa, Jennie Agatha Frances Arthur, is a bit pissed off, to say the least. She can’t understand it. It’s not like he, the bloke – Nigel - is George Michael, or anything. Not even close.

Jennie and Evie had planned this trip of a lifetime since the school production of Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat, for heaven’s sake. And now Evie tells Jennie she’s not going because – wait for it – she wants to spend Christmas with the future in-laws.

It’s a bit rich, forcryingoutloud.

But what does Jennie do? Go to see the pyramids anyway, without Evie? What the hell. Absolutely. Yes.

Does Jennie forgive Evie? Perhaps.

Is there a raucous, out-of-control, backpacking travel adventure, brushes with the criminal underworld, drugs, and a massive vodka watermelon party?

Well...

Join Jafa as she blunders through from one dodgy decision to another – surviving a two-week holiday that turns into an eight-month, down the rabbit hole, flying by the seat of her pants, odyssey of self-discovery.

JAFA is like Trainspotting with an Aussie accent; Bridget Jones’s Diary but with more chaos and exotic locations; Four Weddings and a Funeral but with criminal activity and an eighties soundtrack; Eat Pray Love, but with extra cheese and hot sauce; Alice in Wonderland, but… you’ll understand when you read it.

Does Jennie make it back in time to wear the peach taffeta bridesmaid dress?

Find out.

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Hop on board JAFA’s party bus.
It’s a trip. Whoop! Whoop!

Please note that, like Francesca’s clean, sweet romcoms, there is no on-page intimacy. Unlike Francesca’s clean, sweet romcoms, there is some strong language, as well as quite a bit of substance and alcohol use.