no place like home…
This is the longest I’ve ever been away from Newport, I don’t miss it as much as I thought I would.
I had another book printed for uni with some new and old photographs. It didn’t come out quite how I wanted but it’ll do for now.
One of the gifts Zach got me for my birthday. Gulag: A History by Anne Applebaum. “If it’s won the Pulitzer Prize you know it’s gunna be class!”.
We went to Yalla Yalla for Lottie’s birthday.
Happy Birthday Lottie x
I love Yalla Yalla, but being ill around my birthday sucks. Thanks to Zach for putting up with me being moany and miserable (and for awesome presents).
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Can’t wait to go back to Dublin.
I walk through Kingston graveyard to get to university, these graves stand out against the sea of others.
This little Welsh chapel is just off Oxford street in London, right behind where I work. It makes me smile everytime I go past it to get tea or coffee.
One time we played a show out of the back of a uhaul in a parking lot and this girl jumped off of the roof..
I was there when this happened, I could see some guy texting his mate saying “Don’t come out here, it’s too dangerous!”.
