Aargh, I'm an adult. The boy and I have found a flat. It's right on Brighton seafront. Between a chippy and a rock shop. It's quite small but you can see the sea from every window, and it has a breakfast bar:
Next week, we are putting the rest of the deposit down. Then opening a joint bank account, buying a toaster, getting a subscription to 'Homes and Gardens', ordering matching raincoats off the back of the Daily Mail, spending Sundays arguing in garden centres. It's gonna be all gooey and cosy and we can have friends round for dinner and key parties and awkward silences.
Is anybody going to the Notting Hill Carnival? Danny and I will be there with a bunch of over-excited asylum seeking teenagers, sharing a small flask of gin and trying to stop everybody from falling under the floats. Feel free to pretend you didn't see us.














2006-08-17 @ 23:05