Last night was messy to put it bluntly. In short, the night consisted of deathly chav stares in Vodka Revolution (what a place!), a Topshop boy from London, slapping chops, another 'misplaced' phone, Jagerbombs, mindsweeping mindsweepers and a lost hour. Now the debauchery is over it's time to face those antibiotics. Probably should grow up too.
That wallpaper is the background of 90% of my photos.
Unsurprisingly today has been a killer - paranoia, despair, self pity, severe nausea etc etc, basically just an average hangover really. On the plus side Kat's sister, the lovely Claire, made an incredible toad in the hole. YUMMERS.
There are few redeeming features of Vauxhall, one being Gasworks Gallery and another Lassco, now with a very cute if a little 'trendy' coffee shop (you should see the overtly stylish and beautiful employees, much like the antiques they are a spectacle to be gawped at.) All the time I lived in London I intended to visit and coo over the treasures but I just didn't get round to it. But finally the time came... and I fell in love. As Lil very much predicted. Look.... ooooo pretty.