After frantically retrieving my shoes from Margate Road and been given tanning advice from the 50yr old taxi driver, I got on a train for London. Vicki and Nicky met me at Waterloo and we went and had a nice drink outside a nearby pub. Was lovely to catch up with the girls over a few vodka tonics in the sunshine! Afterwards me and Vix got the tube back to her house and made vodka cocktails with peachy water and rasberries which we then proceeded to drink on the bus onroute to house party number 1, a crazy eurovision themed party full of ex-kendrick girls where I was sang happy birthday to by a room full of people I don't know and presented with a bowl of icecream complete with a full size gold candle! After an hour or so and a lot of glitter, we decided to do a little pub hopping and it all blurs slightly from there, I remember a weird handsy Irish guy, talking Italian to an Albanian guy and Vix trying to set me up with some banker guy who was definitely gay. Somewhere along the line we met up with Vicki's boyfriend Steve and housemates caiome and Al (and also some random guy in a kilt called Graham...?). We did some dancing before collapsing in a taxi back to Vicki's (via KFC) where I tried to go to sleep in a corner of her floor using her teddies as pillows and her towel as a duvet but was luckily rescued and given a bed by Al. All in all another eventful night in London town with the BFF!
“I pray to the heavens to try to save her soul cos this sweet little angel is not the girl I know,
she puts on a show in front of the whole damn world,
they all think they know her...
but no one really knows that she goes a little crazy sometimes”
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