We're too old / We're not old, old at all

We're terrified of another
And terrified of that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before.

Last weekends party.

Ashley's Goodbye Party :(
We had dinner at Nando's (never ever going back there) and went to a bar in Old Street afterwards. In the end only me, Ashley and Gwak were left and we walked around London searching for a bus pretending we were zombies, in Shaun Of The Dead style. As it was too late for me to be able to get home (again), I crashed at their place, first on the bed, but somehow ended up on the floor again after I got out of bed to put my coat on (i was cold). Then I found myself sleeping in the most awkward position ever; sitting on my knees with my head bowed to the ground and my arms around me. I woke up in the same position one hour later; with my legs completely paralyzed ofcourse.... When I went home the next day, I slept some more, and actually managed to oversleep in the evening, as I had to go to a gig at the Brixton Academy. I missed the Drums, except their last 2 songs, which I feel shite about.

Here some pictures I took



















(haha, no clue who these fellas are, most likely HMV 'loss prevention officers', or the Brixton Academy security staff, having a night off.)