London In A June That Feels Like July

90s music and 90s culture.
Finding someone with a prescription and no morality.
East end towerblocks dissapearing into blisteringly blue skies and the heat haze.
West end life.
Reckless acquisition of responsibility.
Smoking with the best of friends.
Nostalgia for the Heath, secret alley ways of impossibily good ice-cream and old world bookshops.
Student poverty.
Picnics of fresh bread and French wine.
Longing for the freedom of driving through the streets of Hackney.
Missing friends who gave you the best of times.
Frustrated arguments on suffocating sunny days.
Frivolous make-up sex.
Desperate youth.
Self-acceptance in girlish beauty.
Brave hair and cowardly desires.
Finding welcome in unexpected places.
Secret crushes.
House hunting and money making.
Expanding one's intelligence through intellectual interests.

From the couch to the counters in my kitchen.

This will be a summer of exploration and excess. I intend to take full advantage of my youth.

Let the games begin. I endeavour to win.

Why do I feel so destructive?

Music- Sneaker Pimps- Spin, Spin Sugar

xxx