The New Apartment

Well. Firstly, sorry to have pissed about so much with photos, I shoulda been more organised, I know. Anyway, I have them now, taken, and posted, so it's all good. This weekend has been a bit mad, but in a good way. Got far too drunk last night, and somehow still managed to avoid a hangover. I don't get it, but my best theory is that the more expensive the stuff you're drinking, the less crap you feel the next day. God bless Tanqueray. Still, I gotta say, it was a weird experience overall. I fell asleep at the neighbours place after attempting to play the Iron Chef drinking game, which turned out to have too many rules to be practical and woke up to find everyone had disappeared... so I got up in someone's else's empty apartment, walked out, back across the street to my place and went to bed at about 5.51am. Good times... i think. Whatever.


The lounge, the day I moved:





The kitchen:





The rooftop:





Our "seaview":





My room, from the balcony:









And that's it, I love it, it's wonderful. It's home. You should pop round for tea.