Just Because in 2014: The Year That Was

Note to self: When picking up half empty packs of chewing gum off one’s bedroom floor it’s best,
- Trust me here.
yes it is, honestly! To throw it in the bin (rather than your jacket pocket for future consumption) if it’s a little on the close side to the plug-in room freshener, bin, or (for the males amongst us) any randomly scattered biological weapons of mass destruction (i.e socks)
I’ve just eaten the most vanilla-essence laden strawberry, Extra in existence!
…so that’s what evil tastes like?
Unlike the 4 Tesco scones I polished off lickity-split for my lunch. I’m a broke-ass currently, I need to get a raisin.boom, tsh
I’ll get my coat.

but before I do…have I mentioned that we recently moved across the city from Aldermanbury Sq to Marleybone? The company brought 7HA to go along with 3 and 10.
- Was Harewood Avenue in Monopoly?
My adorably sexy, 15 minute, door-to-door commute on the tube (28min walking) has become a rather more typical 35 minutes with a change at Oxford Circus. I made the mistake of bitchin’ not realising that their journey is now 1h10 one-way! They had no empathy, I had no idea. Even walking home the 5.5 miles I manage to bust-a-move in around-bout an hour thirty. I’ve been doing this for the last week. Fortunately I only felt as if I was going to die for the first 5 days.

The advantages of walking home are few and far between however on occasion they’ll be a little something-something so that my face can avoid the slapped ass appearance. Take last night for example, there I am all Trader in a bad-ass pink shirt with the white cuffs and collar, and the pin-stripe.
- I love that pin-stripe even if the knees are looking a little faded (like my recollection of what it’s like to have hair?)
I’ve got hi-tops on my feet because that’s how I roll! Never the most with it at the best of times I’m in my own little worlds as I step out to cross the main road…fortunately realising in time that the traffic’s coming hence I step back to the path. The front cyclist, a beady man in his 30s, obviously appreciated this lots as he opted to ride right up close to me and blow me a kiss with a big-ass ‘MWAH’ sound. It may be time to start wearing less pink?

Or maybe it’s time to stop leaving the house? But maybe not just yet as 3 years in I had one of those light bulb moments remembering I’d yet to openo owning my suits I realised I can open up the jacket pockets. Finally, my stumpy sausage fingers can rest in comfort and warmth.

The flat feels more cosy now we’re full again (with Jemma moving in on Friday), imagination’s stripped of creativity just now so,
Jenny – 26yr old German girl who studies in between competition longboarding. This is my blog isn’t it so I needed worry how people take what I give, she’s nice, she’s nice but I get this half a feeling of occasional bits of attitude. She was really narked with me when I put a milk carton in the wrong recycle bin and didn’t squish it down. But it’s probably more me than anything else as everything’s me She’s got a bad-ass sleeve on her right arm. Fortunately (as asking her where the train station is would get short quick), she speaks perfect English.
Marine – 24 yr old French guy who works in Shorditch doing web-design. Plays guitar, xbox, and knew who the hell I was talking about when I mentioned Pharcyde. He’s also rather bad-ass but on a bike this time rather than a longboard.
Marine’s in the on-suite room recently vacated by Remi&Alexine. He shares the room with Sasha – Russian Estonian girl who’s also 24, trying to drum up some design work when not working in an organic shop for some extra money.
I get a really, really good vibe off these two living in our house. Probably spent the most time with them so far, having a few drinks, smoke with him (she doesn’t) and xboxing. Sasha scores serious housemate bonus points as she’s actually put me onto some new hip-hop that I had no idea of. That’s not happened since living with Chinga.

Jemma moves in on Friday, she turned up on Sunday for the housewarming for the others. Gawd. That was probably the best house warming party we’ve managed. About 50+ people all chilling on the roof between 3pm on a Sunday and 6am on a Monday. We had 2 professional DJS and 1 professional Chef. Running on 3 hours sleep as I dragged my raggity ass into work I escaped lunch after 2 hours adopting to sleep in Regents Park for an hour.

• The Floor – An invaluable sauce of food, money**, and underwear

• • *When most people think of ‘Fiscal Planning’ they think of budgets, income, and expenditure. Fiscal Planning in my world involves getting on my knees and trying to find denominations larger than 5p.

Last updated September 09, 2014