This was my last big night out in London as I was supposed to work the following evening, a Saturday and I left Sunday. Following a trip to some Euston (where we witnessed some great crime scenes), the evening ended with Sara and I packing up my stupid amounts of stuff and dragging it out of the hostel whilst everyone in the dorm was trying to sleep. Then carting it all at 5am (including pillows) a few minutes down the road to Sara's. We seriously looked amazinggg.
Prior to criminals sitting behind us...
We smuggled booze in so I imagine there was vodka in my iced coffee...
Ahhh what a babe.
We found a friend for our empty vodka bottle.
And tried our best to be teenagers...
We'd really prefer it if you didn't force yourself into our photographs Mr "Can't keep his eyes open"
"Want some drugs?"
Sara fails, multiple times, at getting a photo of herself with her new creepy 'friend'...
And we have success!
Meanwhile I was off distracting the staff who, for a brief period (like a week because I fail at committing to anything that doesn't involve my mother), I worked with.
I finally got Sara away from the scary man.
Maybe not. ERGH!!!
Being papped while I tell Hugo what I'm sure was a very interesting story...
"Yes I got drunk all on my own!" Seriously I don't even know.
Classic Georgeface face.
No I was not smoking whilst taking this photo! My camera just has a really dirty lens.
The horse behind and I have matching shoes :)
A possessed hottie wreaking havok at Camden Lock.
Cats on our epic walk.
Pretty sure this was the second best night I had in London, after the evening I was serenaded by Robert Been of course... But looking through these does kind of make me wish I had of had the strength to toughen it out for longer. I met some amazing people and I really do miss them. Oh and the shopping, bars, culture and just general awesomeness that is London... Sigh...
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