The last night I DJ in London for the foreseeable future..
I'm awoken by the same face almost every day.. It could be worse.
3 notifications and 0 friend requests? Balls.
My cat makes a fleeting cameo..
My room is outside, so I'm more appreciative of a nice day than most people.
Bed hair. For some reason, it's as flat as a pancake.
Fighters are always obsessed with their weight.
My breakfast corner. Nettle tea, eggs, bananas, coffee, olive oil and the wheat bread is missing. I love my diet.
My post-workout, pre-shower naked ass.
Me post-shower, pre-heading out to London.
Green tea.. and I'm out.
Riding the bus because despite being 22, I still can't drive. Rad.
Going past things such as my old school..
That's right.. nearly 10 to get from Gravesend to London, a 30 mile, 50 minute journey.
Free news r00lz.
I always read this secretly hoping I'll be in it.
The journey takes me past a shit load of bushes...
So I put my feet up..
And the bushes give to buildings.. and eventually Tower Bridge, which you can kind of see.
Go past London Bridge station.. and get off at Waterloo.
Go and hangout at my ex Heather's place for a bit
She has a sweet pad (ah, I miss those full length mirrors)..
and really dirty windows.
I hang out with Matt, where we talk about his band and my training. I drink Red Bull and he blows smoke in my face.
I also went to Nando's, but totally forgot to take a picture on my phone. I had a mixed leaf salad with an extra hot chicken breast. Note to self: plain chicken goes with salad. Extra hot, does not.
Went and met Bow and drank water while she started on the Sailor Jerry. Both decided we were infact going insane.
Business meeting turns into drawing dicks on to Angela's notepad .
Then it's off to the night job.. I love my compilations. I would be nowhere without them.
I also need a lot of red bull to get me through the night. Unfortunately, I then got pissed off my other ex was there and she's a fucking bitch so I forgot to/wasn't in the mood to take any more photos.
I crashed at Joe's/my old house in the spare room. It's better than my room at home.
I didn't stay asleep long/at all and left at 5.30 am this morning to get the first train back to Gravesend.
Rad. I didn't actually know this was going to be my last time DJing at the club, but after last night and some text messages I got this morning, I won't be back in London for a while. I need some time out and to sort my life out before I deal with petty fucking children and people that clearly couldn't care less about me.
SOME people though I have all the time in the world for and will see them soon I'm sure.
I'm awoken by the same face almost every day.. It could be worse.
3 notifications and 0 friend requests? Balls.
My cat makes a fleeting cameo..
My room is outside, so I'm more appreciative of a nice day than most people.
Bed hair. For some reason, it's as flat as a pancake.
Fighters are always obsessed with their weight.
My breakfast corner. Nettle tea, eggs, bananas, coffee, olive oil and the wheat bread is missing. I love my diet.
My post-workout, pre-shower naked ass.
Me post-shower, pre-heading out to London.
Green tea.. and I'm out.
Riding the bus because despite being 22, I still can't drive. Rad.
Going past things such as my old school..
That's right.. nearly 10 to get from Gravesend to London, a 30 mile, 50 minute journey.
Free news r00lz.
I always read this secretly hoping I'll be in it.
The journey takes me past a shit load of bushes...
So I put my feet up..
And the bushes give to buildings.. and eventually Tower Bridge, which you can kind of see.
Go past London Bridge station.. and get off at Waterloo.
Go and hangout at my ex Heather's place for a bit
She has a sweet pad (ah, I miss those full length mirrors)..
and really dirty windows.
I hang out with Matt, where we talk about his band and my training. I drink Red Bull and he blows smoke in my face.
I also went to Nando's, but totally forgot to take a picture on my phone. I had a mixed leaf salad with an extra hot chicken breast. Note to self: plain chicken goes with salad. Extra hot, does not.
Went and met Bow and drank water while she started on the Sailor Jerry. Both decided we were infact going insane.
Business meeting turns into drawing dicks on to Angela's notepad .
Then it's off to the night job.. I love my compilations. I would be nowhere without them.
I also need a lot of red bull to get me through the night. Unfortunately, I then got pissed off my other ex was there and she's a fucking bitch so I forgot to/wasn't in the mood to take any more photos.
I crashed at Joe's/my old house in the spare room. It's better than my room at home.
I didn't stay asleep long/at all and left at 5.30 am this morning to get the first train back to Gravesend.
Rad. I didn't actually know this was going to be my last time DJing at the club, but after last night and some text messages I got this morning, I won't be back in London for a while. I need some time out and to sort my life out before I deal with petty fucking children and people that clearly couldn't care less about me.
SOME people though I have all the time in the world for and will see them soon I'm sure.
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Cool photo blog!
It was the whole never actually touching the cd thing that got me, I suppose it's similar to trying to mix with belt driven decks after using direct drive - it just feels weird as hell!