Here, you are.
This is jilly who not only stole the hat I’ve already commandeered but also the heart of Virginia. I’ve made her a small pamphlet about moving there and tomorrow she has to email her advisor to tell him she’s going. We’re also about to learn how to longboard, but thats not relevant for East London or Virginia.
She’s begun knitting.
Molly and nige checking out the talent on the ice. I was trying to teach them that sometimes east London can look nice.
Sliding about on the ice, regular champs.
Squirrelly squirrel.
The garden cafe in newham looks a bit like my room on LSD. They had an open mic night and Jess is an amazing musician. Helen sang miley Cyrus with an eleven year old.
And this was our new year’s kiss.
I looked after a puppy called phoebe over Christmas and she gave me and a few of my friends fleas. The house had a jukebox though. One night it started up of its own accord and we were all too afraid to investigate. It was playing bat outta hell. Meatloaf was almost our murderer.
We also visited sherlocks house.
Epping forest.
This photo doesn’t do them justice at all but I’m certain I’ll go back.
After the mammoth snow fight in mile end park for Rachel’s midnight birthday we went to wahaca the next day. We ate lots of tortillas and then went to the bar upstairs that has a wall covered in Mexican sugar skulls and I won at least two games of fusbol.
We went to the breakfast club in spitalfields. We had to queue for half an hour but they gave us free nettle drinks and the food was worth it.
Holly, turtoning. For the Uni Music League of 2012, which she will win.
