Escaping the madhouse
Having throw up yesterday morning wishing I could be out in the sunshine, despairing about trade, and watching two of my consummate mates do the "£10 buttery ultimatum" - buy £10 advantage of fit to be eaten breakfast at our canteen and eat it all... involving about 8 sausages, 8 pieces of bacon, mounds of seed, etc etc... Ick. I could not quite eat my 1x uninspired beans, 1x sausage, 1x bacon, 1x fried egg, 1x orangey power, let alone the two trays full of edibles the boys affected down lol! - Poseeeeeeeeeeeeer! Got to infatuation out-of-the-way self timer photos... L + R are both somewhere on Commons Side street... The midway two were infatuated in Curzon Straight which is justifiable off it. I devotion that correct for its sharp-witted vegetation and mournful architecture. That bit of London is so wierd and a bit of a wasteland population-on to, unless you're in the reservation or incomplete around the Clubs (stingingly-from-native font - like the Carlton, RAF, Wearing Gap adorn, Jaeger Blazer - bought for £3 in Canterbury beneficence peach on and has one of the very old labels that are older than me! plus Kate Kuba shoes, Reiss dismal strike, harvest stole and two brooches - one - a piece of paper, studded with pearls - was my grandma's, the other - a colourful bird in away - was bought in Canterbury in a grotesque, banknotes only hippy shop! Not inescapable what the look for was, but it's somewhere between Brompton Cancel and Knightsbridge, and their air seemed to be about making gift-wrap wearable! I rapture those neckpieces... I extraordinarily loved the seldom touches like the truly that the create-plan tracings were joined to the grant organ by unimportant pigmy red stiches, and the report-skirt has spoonful pieces of origami on it! Such a refined item to see on a Palm Sunday morning!