To describe London in one word this week– COLD. 7.30 start at work meant getting up before the light of day had surfaced the sky. How people do it everyday I will never know (I will most likely get to know in the near future)? This photo was taken at Queen’s Road Peckham station in South London.
So yesterday was Elvis’s birthday. My work (The Breakfast Club) went all out and made a special ‘Elvis burger’ and ‘Elvis shake’ promo. The contents are too hard for me to explain due to a severe hangover from last night. We like to have fun with our business board outside. Today was my turn…
After a 10 hour shift at work, I headed over to South London for a home cooked dinner of Quorn meatballs (not particularly nice) and Quorn mince (particularly nice). As Tom and I returned back to his, we were followed by a small tabby cat who eventually made her way into the house. She was fun for a while, but hunger was calling. We let her out the back door… Look how sad she was to leave me! We named her ‘Jane’.
Another Saturday night, another Saturday party. What was meant to be a small gathering soon turned out to be not so small after all. A strange mix as well…I walked into the living room. On my right, the typical denim jacket, Doctor Martin-wearing East Londoners. On my right, a group of 10 puffa jacket wearing rude boys Toyosi had invited from the mean streets of Brixton.
One of the guys had great style and got this super photo of him lighting a smoke.