1. london is hot hot hot. the heat is fucking ridiculous. worse (or better?) than milan and spain. fucking hell man. i thought london was all about the rain?
2. my 14 year old baby brother got arrested on sunday for stealing a car. stealing a fucking car! why isn’t he nicking chocolate like normal fucking [...]

sandy: what’s that film again… the one with prince singing purple rain…
philippa: purple rain?
sandy: yep! that’s the one!

last night at the mixwer after a few (plenty) drinks:
sandy: i can’t believe i live with you. you’re so… cool.
philippa: no. i’m not cool. you’re cool.
sandy: ha. no, you’re cool.
philippa: no, you’re cool.
sandy: no, you’re cool.
anna: FOR FUCK SAKE!
ps, philippa why didn’t you say anything when i bought chips before we went back home? WHY?

i’m in france. the boss and i went to paris on friday night and had such an amazing time, eating crepes with nutella&banana and walking the streets of paris lightened up by that typical pink parisian dawn light. amazing. just realised that i’ve honored five capitals with my precense the past three weeks. way to [...]