naked picnic at simon’s. mustard, mayonnaise and hairspray. i love his dorm room.
dinner with mark at balans in soho, followed by drinks at friendly society. the perplexingly friendly proprietess is now my best friend. run into .gregiño, teacher james, atif and spikey james along with a gaggle of lesbians.
off to .popstarz for six hours of grinding, pogoing, flirting, grooving and breakdancing. thank god for guestlists. i drunkenly call simon about 10 times.
in kings cross, we consume minging sandwiches which taste of soap, and then head back to finsbury park for some proper kebab shop grub. atif, greg, mark and i enjoy some early morning mtv-mtv2-mtv dance-mtv base-vh1-vh1 classic-the box-kiss-kerrang music videos.
the four of us decided to have a slumber party, which meant three to the bed and one on the floor mattress. greg was being a bit handsy, so we demoted him to the floor, but that was just the excuse he needed to jump and tickle and poke and prod us unsuspecting victims nestled on my bed. the pictures will easily illustrate who the victims were :wink:
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