We've All Been There...

Anders Petersen’s Café Lehmitz, 1960s (via Flavorwire)

An Eclectic Evening

Roly Porter - Tleilax by Subtext Recordings

The Arnolfini tonight... and then for a bit of light relief...

Sam's Farewell Party basically.

Au revoir Sam. London will be lucky to have you. This is his incredible blog: Mad Tight, one of my favourites by far.

 

Parteeeeeee.

Just found that this photo actually exists. Bizarrely I was so forward-thinking when drunk I bought strawberry milkshake for the next day's hangover. I can't remember this, the evidence was just tucked around my foot.

Forget a fry-up or Hair of the Dog, it's all about the strawberry milkshake. (via HUH)

Bare Hilare

Just casually popping along to this.

Wooo the annual tropical meltdown.

Booze + Fags =

(via thisisn'thappiness)

Say it like it is...

Old Habits Die Hard

Once a student: always a student. (via unexplainedcinema)

Sloppy Bonita

Tonight: I'm a little bit excited.

Fuck the Dealer....

Carnage, so-to-speak.

Tonight I played drinking games, a first since uni. And for a reason. After a lot of cheating (unbeknown to me) the dealer got fucked and so did I. Cider, gin and white wine - I hate you.

Drunken Masters...

I might pop by to this tonight. Hip Hop and all.

Canapés

Ah yes, another preview night. This time at a new bar, The Botanist, off of Berkeley Square. Not a place I would normally frequent, I prefer my watering holes to be more RAW and GRIMY but this was nice for a change. The general clientele was 30-something banker/unstylish Rah, so we felt a little out-of-place being just Motel girls. The major highlights were the free Mojitos, Crabbies ginger beer, pink champagne and the fish ' n' chip canapes. Having said this, these bite-sized versions of the British classic reminded me of working those dreaded Private Views at the Serpentine, being looked down upon and treated like shit is something I'm quite willing to forget. It's just a shame they ran out of Martin Miller's Gin to aid this memory lapse.

Yes.

DJing?! Supporting Yelle?! WTF. Absolute LOLcano.

P-Unit doing her thang.

So apparently I'm DJing once again. Twice in two weeks, I'm quite the pro. Shame the skills don't actually go with it. If possible I want to pay a visit to this too:

Happy birthday girls!

Country Pub

Blissful

One of the oldest pubs in the country, dating back to the 14th Century. It was even visited by Samuel Pepys!

Shocking Behaviour

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.

BON ANNIVERSAIRE

The only place to be tonight... Happy Birthday Soheila!

The best representation of a night EVER.

Just a casual rhubarb crumble whilst reading about the 40 stone teen.

(Photo courtesy of Susie Su).