If i can manc it there i'll manc it...in manchester

I am back in the hippedy-hop buzzing city that never sleeps (but they will soon cos they're making that shit illegal)

The memory of my packet of fags being ripped up last week is but a distant memory though i have had to resort to rolling thanks to my card being delicned in lidl.

As lovely as it is to be back the remaining weekorso at home was studded with loads of lovely outings to the country (http://www.fannysfarmshop.co.uk/), attempting to 'dance' when that really quite honestly FANTASTIC song by mumford and sons which i have stupidly forgotten the name of came on after Foals at New slang and selling my ferregamo's for a measly 11 quid at portobello market...where i found this rather dashing old slushpuppy coloured fur coat with pictures of minnie mouse on!

In a moment of tuberculosis induced stupidity i did actually WILLINGLY give away my packet of fags to luke, who i went out for drinks with but coudlnt really chat much to at the time becuse i was constantly hacking like a coalmining witch.

The hilarity of a missed call from L with angry yet loving and thoughtful message 'DONT SMOKE! xxx' from luke this afternoon was only suppased by the one i was woken up with:

'not coming back to manc today...volcano exploded'

so as robbie is currently riding a tidal wave of molten lava we will have to make our own fun this evening

New yorks thatatway man

Thanks kid!

'Peaches Geldof...what a cunt...NUMBER SIXTY FOUR'

YAWN. Jingle. YAWN. Tumbleweedsound. Munch munch munch. YAWN.

If you were my blind stalker these would be the wonderful sounds you would've heard on a continual loop for the past few days.

After having a rather lovely yet money frittering easter week (ironically seeing as lent hadn't even finished) my main activities have recently consisted of sitting on my sofa, halfheartedly chewing on whatever defenceless item of food that may be in my peripheral vison, riding my bike around any flat streets around my house (i maintain it is the bikes fault i can't pedal uphil), and the good ol' favorites bbm, facebookchat and http://www.watchshitqualitymoviesillegallyonline.com/.

Most of my money was foolishly cheese-gratered away at this:

doing this:

with wonderful company. A rather scenic and sunny battersea-vauxhaul morning stroll was enjoyed by all, passing such wonderful landmarks as 'dogs home' and 'random chinese pagoda thing by the river'.

However being lazy sometimes has it's upswings. Here's a picture of my REALLY DELICIOUS LOOKING (sort of) hot X buns, the first thing ive cooked in fucking forever. They tasted okay actually. Behind is another foolish purchase, a box of Kellogs Krave, which i had to try to have an opinion on...the opinion being...they're okay. Very teasing, just made me want to buy an actual jar of nutella instead of trying to kid myself. 6.5/10.

As The Clash once said [sort of]

I'm so bored with the SM1

I'm so bored with the SM1

But what can i do?