Capsule Wardrobe

Suitcase living in Southville.

Garden Party

Ooooh nah nah followed by this, naturally...

Caffe Sazz or Caffe Absolutely Mental

BIRTHDAY GAL.

To celebrate young Lozzer's birthday we ventured just down the road to North Street's Caffe Sazz. As soon as we set foot in the restaurant we felt as if we were on holiday... Euro Trash styleeee. Luckily we'd just finished our main course when they decided to spring on us the most 'eclectic' melody of songs (from Madness and Grease to the Macarena and an extended version of Happy Birthday for the neighbouring party, with shout-outs from the bar-tending, apple-eating DJ). To accompany this rollercoaster aural adventure we were given authentic Turkish head attire to wear whilst seat-dancing. All-in-all I would happily go every single night for ever more. SEREFE!

How I imagined myself.

But the actual reality after eating all that food.

Goodbye Aubrey Rd.

Welcome back BECKA!

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.