Day three has consisted of triumphs, disputed transactions and moments of reflection. Alex and I stayed up till 5am last night watching Home Alone and chatting for nearly five hours about everything you could possibly think of.
I genuinely do not know where today has gone. Woke up at a reasonable 11 (Alex got up at 4:30- seriously have NO idea how he does it) had a pretty shit lunch, then watched Nowhere Boy- a genuinely beautiful film- I am glad I was able to enjoy it (for the second time) despite my dislike for The Beatles. I wasted 30minutes of my life on the phone to Barclays about a hotel that has stolen money from me. I hated the contact with the real world, I'd rather stay in this bubble and deal with it all when I get back, but needs must and I need that bloody money back.
Happy to announce David has finished his drums. 11 songs in two and a half days- well done David. Well. Done.
BRING ON THE BASS...
HAPPY HAPPY J PEZ
No one liked the fish cakes...
Me and David decided to make a fry up... and may I say a pretty damn good one.