Sunday, 16 January 2011

Shit's got real

Chaos has reigned of late - Thursday nights have become THE night to drink everything in sight - meaning the Fridays of the new year have been character building exercises in endurance and stamina. Despite any efforts to cover up the night before, the red eyes always give the game away. Rats. Last Thursday culminated in giving a man with a beard a phone number in local late night haunt the Dolphin. 'Why?' is a question that will hopefully never be fully answered.

Elsewhere we ventured down the London Fields birthday for a messy 40th, acquired a new flat mate and sourced and subsequently purchased a bottle of Buckfast - the de rigeur drink for the Scottish alcoholic. A sampling session is imminent as the first pay day of the year is still more than a week away...


Losing one's edge

It's a Batty Rymer birthday Buckfast kinda ting

Wonky shit

When collaborations go fucking weird

Thursday night whine

Welcome to Hackney

Bargain business

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