I’m a loser baby (take 2)


I fell down the stairs on the nightbus on friday night. Clatter clatter clatter, oh god, where’s my shoe and everything. And then I got a bad case of the giggles and couldn’t stop laughing on the way home. I’m such a class act! Friday was good tho, met loads of funky people and had a really good time and then went to Tas for dinner again.

Saturday I mooched around with a hangover very slowly beforeboarding a train for Oxford where I took photos of the dreaming spires before collapsing on the grass with Chris and drinking champagne. I had to have some paracetamol first tho!  We then went for a funky moroccan/tapas meal which was yummy before spending more time lying on the grass in the sun and then off to have thai food with my dad & Edith.

I think Trifle will be pleased to have the flat to herself again soon, she’s been very bad lately.

2 thoughts on “I’m a loser baby (take 2)

  1. trifle is morning the loss of her water-refresher manly man… and she has no one to leave windows open and who’s head she can pounce on at 4am when she returns from her midnight prowling

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