this weekend
has to be the most casual weekend i’ve ever had. a few drinks at a mates on friday turned into a 48 hour bender in london. 6 hours from home in the middle of a protest with over 300,000 other people. missing our coach home + staying in the dodgiest hotel ever: ‘breakfast in the basement’, ‘you can sleep in that bed + that bed but not that one because it’s dirty’. going from bar to bar, smoking joints in the beer gardens + generally getting smashed. so many memories, i fucking love dean! probably getting fired from sainsburys due to my antics but can honestly say i don’t give a shit because it was definitely worth it! all we came home with was a heat magazine, two bottles of wine, some bread + some cheese. i love my life.
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