Lets try and sum up the last couple of months living in London.

Oxford was pretty crazy, it was also very lovely but yes quite random. It’s the quickest bus ride up there where you slowly get out of the busiling city of London out into what I consider the real England- Rolling hills and Thatch-roofed houses.

When we arrive Carlie’s Dad’s cousin meets us with his wife and son in tow to show us around town.

It was only a few hours away but I never felt more away from London than here, this town is ridiculously old, so much history and prestige.

Andrew showed us to all around Oxford University- Dinning halls, libraries, court yards, churches, the shop where Howard Marks (Mr. Nice) ran his drug business from the basement, locations where Harry potter was filmed - the exclusivity of it all made me feel so out of place, we were paying to get into these old beautiful buildings and kids my age and younger were living and learning here, apart from when I was in Seattle looking at Washinton Uni and all the frat  houses this is the only other time that I have wanted to go to uni.

We wondered around town a bit more, sat in a park and had lunch- the weather so sublime, it was so lovely to feel the sun on my face and have it actually heat it up for a change and then headed back to their house to watch the union and then take a nap- the result of a boys night the previous night where I didn’t get to sleep till 5:30am because of how loud they were.

Andrew and Jan got a babysitter for the night and then took us out to dinner- being wined and dined  was a really nice change, I love my boys back home but it was lovely not to talk about boobs and farts for a change. 2 bottles of wine later and we  move to the next bar and the next and the next.. Andrew and Jan leave us after the 2^nd place and let us run free for a bit.

The night ended in Carlie and I in Trinity Collegue( the most prestigious collegue with 2 young kids that clearly thought that they were going to get lucky) doing handstands and cartwheels on the ever so overprotected grass, asking if we can join a houseparty and then me “borrowing” the poor guys shirt to never return again even though he specifically asked me not to steal it… oh and I also twisted my knee falling over in the last club and then hurting it more with the cartwheels.We rolled in the door at 4am.

Next morning was horrible, the mix of work drinks and no sleep on Friday night and champayne, wine, tequiela shots and double vodka’s on Saturday night was not a good mix.

I check my phone and see if I did any damage and notice I messaged a boy called George, do I remember this boy? Not at all, Carlie and I have a bit of a laugh and try to put it all together but give up as we don’t remember anything.

Breakfast, a quick trip to a museum and then  3 hours of sitting in the sun was the summary of the Sunday.When we arrive back in London I got a message.. it was from George! The pieces still didn’t fit. We got home about 5pm to hear the news that Arsenal won agaisnt Tottenham – of course they won when we werent here.

So Oxford was pretty fucking fun.

The week before Oxford was a pretty exciting one, My newphew was born- the cutest little tike in the whole entire world and then the same day I was seeing a lovely lady from home, Alice.

We met in Camden for a few drinks before going to see Cloud Control and Dog is Dead at the Electric Ballroom which was such a fantastic show, its was quite cool to think back and know that I would never have expected to be watching Cloud Control- a small mountains band playing in London- where I live with my new London friends and an old friend from home. Surreal.

Once the show ended we went to continue the drinking at the Lock Tavern and then the last stop being Joe’s. I love Joes. Nick took me there once and it is this tiny bar where they play 50 and 60’s all night, the lights are dim and the guests are dressed to impress. Alice, Emily and I did the only thing there is to do at Joe’s- Dance.

It is nights like this that make me love London, to randomly catch up with a friend from home, pay £2 and dance.

Saturday night gets a little hectic as they always seem to do with our house.

All we were supposed to be doing was going to the pub to watch 19- Twenty, an musician from back home. What it turns into is 3 bottles of wine between 2, running around the pub, knocking over drinks, passing out on the couches, heading home to interupt the neighbours having sex, hitting a bong and waking up still drunk.

Good times.

The week prior to that I went and saw the Black Keys- AMAZING.

We got there early enough to see the support, Band of Skulls who were really good- I might add that the weather was ridiculously cold outside and this I will expand on later.

The Black Keys come on an it was such a good show, for only 2 guys they know how to give a good time. Before the show had offically ended they had played everything that I wanted to hear except my favorite song.

They come back for their encore, drop the biggest disco ball you have ever seen and proceed to play everlasting light. It looked like a 80’s disco in there. It was my highlight… besides feeling so magical after the performance we walk outside and there is a think layer of snow… it was like a dream, we didn’t know it was coming and it was cold enough but I didn’t think it would be this much.

It was just one of those things that just never happens. I smile just thinking of it.

Still so much to write!!!

The weekend it snowed. Saturday the 4^th of February. The day we didn’t think was going to come.

The boys had a FOOTBALL DAY that day and we won like 7-1 or something ridiculous so they were in good spirits- drinking from 11am will also do that to you and us girls plus Matt went on a cultural day, Tate Museum, National Portrait Gallery and the National gallery.

I quite like doing the cultural thing but I don’t really know if 300 year old paintings are up my alley, I enjoy the more modern art and photography but either way it was a good day.

Heading home I literally thought I couldn’t be colder, it was so fucking cold and I could never explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it themselves. I felt as if I was running around in the snow naked but colder.

Anyway we head home and the boys are all happy and drunk from the win. Bridget gets a message from Claudia- one of the girls we were with earlier, it is snowing at Oxford Circus.

Oxford Circus is only a 15 minute tube ride away. The snow is coming.

We wait and wait, constantly looking out the window.

To do a massive recap as the night from there on in was amazing and exaclty want I wanted.

It snowed, we took pictures, we waited for it to snow more and took more pictures, the boys ran out in their underwear, we started a snow ball fight with some kids on the block- they were very vicsious  and I think Chico lost that battle, we met the neighbours across the road- had a fight with them, invited them around for drinks, decided we needed to dismatle Steve’s Skateboard and use it as a snowboard, snowboarded outside!!

It made the last 2 months of discusting weather and cold nights worth it, it was a long lead up and I really did think I wouldn’t get to experience snow in London but it was fantasic.

The week before that consisted of a gig seeing Lianne le Havis at the Social with Matt and his lovely cousins- Lianne was phenomanal, I could literally wrap her up and give her all to my friends as a present as she was the most adorable performer I have ever seen. And that voice. Pure heaven

Weekend PROIR to that was very bizaare and got way out of control.

Carlie and I wanted to have a calm Saturday so we went to check out the Portabello Markets in Notthing Hill.

We picked up some amazing Brie and bread, saw a Banksy that I use to have picture on my wall back home!!! And had lovely day not being hungover and seeing the sights of london and making plans to  go there in the summer time.

Chico’s bday had been on Australia day and he didn’t really to do anything to insane  so we thought we would have some drinks in Finsbury Park, I suggested we go the bowling alley for a few games and a couple of drinks then we could move on.. nice and easy.

We rock up to this place and get searched on the way in, not something that happens at your average bowling alley, we continue to walk down a silent hallway till we get to the end where there is people everywhere.. we have stumbled on Finsbury Park’s hot spot. Young, hot and trendy people everywhere. We pay for our games and almost immediatley agree this is not going to be a quite night.

We have a hefty wait so we all gets some drinks and settle in.

We are all still shocked at how many people are here but eventually we get a lane.

By this time we were drunk and began to be those people that should be kicked out but arent, running around like crazy, using very excplict names on the board and generally running a muck.

I lost- both games.

Once the games are over we stumble back and decide that we should drink somewhere else, we chose a bar that I have been wanting to try since we moved here, there are no seats, the boys get one drink and we meet them back home where we have another bottle of wine to take the total to 3 for the night.

I don’t really remember much from that point and that doesn’t sound very wild but we continued to run around like crazy people, tackling each other and hitting one another.

Shit just escaltes with us. Always.

That was our first night out together as The Shady Bunch, with no other people just the 6 of us and it was so needed.