Ooof - November has been a right vibe. A total vibe. Sleepless Sundays, delicious dining experiences and late, late nights spent listening to grunge and smoking cigs dreaming of the future. It's been a lot, passed in a flash and seen us avoiding bed for entire weekends. Thankfully my camera phone has ably documented some of the key moments and blurs. I've forgotten what the other ones were. It's like the late Tony Wilson once said: "When forced to pick between truth and legend, print the legend." True dat.
Omens with buffalos an' that
It's a quail ting
It's a roast ting
Saturday night in
Celebrating the arrival of a fresh pair of headphones - gangsta
Hackney tragedy
Good night sweet prince
Club Butt
A dock off leak
'hahaha useless fucker'
Factfinding crew
Night vision Ginsters
Heat
Pretty Green
Highly desirable artworks in Westfield
It's a pie ting
Mr eggy face in da area
Black pudding crew
Drinking sourz at Factory Floor
It's a hangover ting
Oof
A stolen moment at Kiss the Fist
Pre-Factory Floor dinner flex - yagga yagga
Con I carn't
Acid flex
Yeah boi
That cat is a fucking cunt
Suck the bones
A delicious rioja on a Sunday
Hello mate - You're fucked now. You really are...
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