It’s all new.
Even the drugs, the tuned cars with the slim turkish drivers (or fat, nothing, nothing in between), polish moonlightning, fat kids with their lollipopps under the yellow trees, their rolling mums with their little ratlike dogs and slim, dirty husbands (absolutely like in England. Can’t figure out a difference but the brand of their clothes, less Lonsdale over here) rubbish next to the bin, blood on the steps to the underground. Welcome home. Shame about the weather. Again.
Caught a little sunshine anyway today. And bought a coffee machine first time in my life. Feeling so fucking bohemian like never before.
The flat is completely rotten. But a flat. Cheers.