Ahhh I love that! Here’s a vision for you.. our flat was MENTAL. It was the main punk flat, never stopped with people coming & going. I was at art college & waitressing almost f/t as well, inc all weekend so I had to be more sensible than the others. Cush’s room was next to mine & he’d lock… 1/
himself in blaring psychobilly & pass out, so we’d have to turn all the electrics off to stop the music so I could sleep. You know the way he is/was a gardener? One night I woke up to his flat-topped silhouette in my bedroom door holding his chainsaw, music blasting from his room. I contemplated… 2/
..going out window behind me and dropping down to Donegall St below, we were on the first floor and there was metal grids below the window, but screamed til the others came instead 😂🙈 Ballbag 😂 3/
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You’ll be glad to know I now have a date in the diary for lunch with your baby sis later this month!