2007

I was lucky to be spending my summers in London between terms at university. I got super lucky in finding a queer studio space I could rent, along with accommodation in the form of a hammock below a loft bed (technically a wardrobe, but it'll do), that was cheap enough that I didn't have to work that summer. I would sometimes completely cock up trying to get home, either coming back from gigging in Brighton with the band, or from a night out in central/east London. It was like a flipping mind puzzle trying to understand how that shit works when you're tired/drunk.