You've got a right to p a r t y

And I like to hang out but who doesnt?
So here are various photgraphs from the past few weeks. From hanging in the day from going out in norwich town to clubs and house parties:

Cause I'm sure life's about being pissed

I've been sick, for two weeks possibly a combination of smoke inhalation and my immune system hating me but this resulted in me missing class for two weeks and not being able to attend the alternative press fair or Adrian tomine signing. I missed an assessed presentation due to feeling gross and staying in my pj's until 4pm. There goes my resolution about working hard this term. I have been doing other things however:

Like Orange 2 for 1 pizza and cinema deals. I have not made up my mind about defiance as a film. I'm completely confused but I still know its better than Valkyrie. However I love pizza. Broadway Calls played my uni supporting Alkaline trio. This allowed me to geek out I land get all nostalgic over Portland, Oregon as that's where BC hail from/sing about. They are a good band that are under appreciated and I hope them well as they are now signed to sideonedummy records.

This weekend I fully recovered to spend the time in LDN with apryl /see Polar Bear Club and Thomas who was doing merch for them.

Saturday after forgetting our tickets for the Kingston show myself and Apryl hung out with Alfie, Sam and harry at a noodle place after an epic back and forth train ride.
I prefer food to pictures but seeing how excited Alfie was to see PCB again was rad. Kingston was sweet and a get up kids cover was heard and despite headaches being grumpy I had an awesome time. There was no need for epic Kingston travels back to east London as Dalston to Waterloo on the bus is 25 Min's. SCORE

Sunday was Shepperd's bush date supporting Gaslight. We hung out in the hugs shopping complex near the tube stop waiting for tom and anyone else that was having nandos with us.Apryl and I in the mac store. A 'whut'. After this we ate gross amounts of food and then fretted about getting in to the venue. Stuff worked out we got warm in the hottest dressing room ever and heard 'that's what she said' about 90 times and yet I still find it the best joke second to 'your mum'. PCB played well and seeing the vast amount of space and daunting three tiers scared me shit less so I commend them for playing well.

Getting back to Dalston after the show seemed more problematic as the central line stopped 5 Min's before we got to the station due to goodbyes /whatnot so we attempted buses. after the second one we were in hackney very irritated and I found myself wanting to fight polish drunks who wore calf length trackie bottoms. Not the best idea I had so we just deiced to walk to the gog and sleep.

I woke up Monday morning on the floor in between cushions to apryl telling me blink 182 had reformed. A-mazing.

It's now Tuesday and I have been to class/cleaned/ and planned out the next weekend!
I need to stop thinking I have work every night as its too cold to walk into town just to get it wrong and walk back again for the second night running!
xo

the great fire of '76

A week ago I woke up in jacks house at 2pm to a fire alarm. Assuming it was just his housemate burning his lunch we attempted to go back to sleep. A minuet or so later jack got up to see what the fuss was and as he and James (said housemate) opened the door to the kitchen black toxic smoke bellowed out and swear words could be heard. Turns out the kitchen stove was on fire.

After attempting to tackle the fire with first a tea towel then smartly a fire blanket (which I am now making certain is in every house I live in) we called the fire department. The shock of flames and my nostalgia for America made me dial 911 at first but we got to 999 eventually!

The fire team came, as we pointed them in the direction of the fire behind the close door they opened it and were shocked at the amount of smoke which had travelled through the kitchen to the living room. They adorned gas masks and hose and tried to tackle it. after a quick 15 Min's or so of standing in the street in pj's whilst neighbours and perspective student house buyers looked at us the fire men had stopped the fire. Making comments about the oddly decorated house (naked men playing cards, pizza boxes and shopping trolleys in the back garden) then asking a customer service form about how the team performed and if they were anything they could of done better as if a member of a sales team for a phone company the fire team left for us to survey the damage.


What had happened is earlier that day the plumber had fitted a new boiler moving everything away from its surface including a wooden knife block and a bottle of kitchen cleaner onto the cooker hobs. James came in and turned the oven on NOT the hobs and went upstairs.

this was the end result:Naturally the obvious reaction after the fire was treat was to take pictures of ourselves next to the damage.

The house smelt of smoke everywhere, there was scorch marks and melted substances on the cooker. As you can see in the picture where my hand is that was the boiler. More violent flames or a few more minuets and the fire could of reached this blowing us all up. But thankfully we are all fine.

lesson learnt-stay at my house more often.
xo