About to die from a hangover and my phone starts ringing. It doesn’t stop. I finally answer…’Harrrrrry!!!’. My sister woke up drunk and just carried on.
Sometime in the afternoon ended up on a roof in Hackney Wick partially changing into a suit. Being the only guy I ended up having to carry three bottles of cider (depressing) up some super high and hard to climb ladder. Then it was so windy I had to lie on the floor to light a cigarette (more depressing).
I went home, fell asleep at like seven. Woke up at one in the morning. Jammed like four provigil and slept until five (super depressing). Left London that morning. Yet to return.
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