November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Just hangin’ out by the mosque.
Best chips in London.
Not our finest moment. The night we ended up at the bottom of the stairs.
November 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
November 21, 2011 § Leave a comment
If someone could enlighten me on this bruise, I’d really appreciate it.
NB. Levens Grove: I didn’t fall in a bin again. Remember that bruise?
November 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
This is the girl who pursued me in Superstore for a good 20min. After dragging me to the floor, and generally making me feel quite done-in, I was starting to think she was hot. Now, what does this say about my vision that night, hmm? #fail
Ca$h in yo’ pants pretty boy.
November 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Remains of Jill Tyrell.
This was probably the night I got a mystery face bruise, to go with the mystery tights hole.
November 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
Hella lost in Stoke Newington, taxi to Efes.