This guy, Cidi sat with us for a while on the first day we started selling dresses for Simon. He danced to our music, bought beers for the three of us and posed for photos. We talked about his ridiculous cocaine filled life up in the mountains.
Today we leave here! Hallelujah.
We’re going to grab a bus to Granada where we’ll be looking for an open squat called The Magic Garden. Then we should be meeting up with Ahmed, an amazing Egyptian guy we met in Tarifa who actually lives in Manhattan but is travelling Spain and morocco for a couple of months. When we told him about our friend Dans commune in Orgeva, he immediately said he’d lie to come and see it, dan said its fine so after a couple of days in Granada we’ll be hitch hiking there with him.
I’m fucking excited for the next month. More than anything else for a while.
| Me: | Highest-paid musicians, who do you think is number one? |
| Nan: | Paul McCartney |
| Me: | He's number 8. Tying with Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber and Toby Keith |
| Nan: | Who is Taylor Swift? |
| Me: | She's a feminists worst nightmare |
Watch my friends band, Golly Ghost, perform their song Don’t Choke.
Let me know what you think.
My friends do the best pumpkins. Ali & Jules are prepared for their trickortreaters.
A little insight into our time in Amsterdam, Leiden, Gent and Lille.
So my cousin’s DJ’ing here tomorrow night. He is Esstee.
If you’re in London, head to Notting Hill and check him out. He’s ginger and tall.
I love this painting. Kevin, the farmer, brought it from an alcoholic that begged him to buy it. He said that he felt bad for the guy, he had no alcohol to feed his addiction.
Absolutely adore this photo of my Dad and his fiance, Bex. They’re an incredible couple.
He stole her away from an awful marriage and has given her the life she always wanted. He has always sworn against marriage but I guess something about her made him think differently.
This is them in New York this May.
Shame about the Starbucks Dad,.
We’re having fun as a little three. I feel much better now that Molly is here with me. It’s much easier to feel like myself.
I’ve kind of been realising that after seeing a 28 year old in Barcelona, a 19 year old is just a little bit too close to my own age. I feel horrible saying it, but it’s true. It’s so noticable.
The other night though, Molly, Melle and I were going to do some magic truffles and then the Aussie guys, Tristan and Tom, came over to Melle’s and we went on a beautiful work. All tripping balls on these truffles. We were in such a perfect location, a beautiful park about 20 minutes on the tube from Amsterdam city centre. It was beautiful when we were sober but once the truffles came into affect, it was a magical fairy land and all everything I thought made me think I was about to orgasm. I couldn’t get close enough to anybody I wanted to hug and I felt like I could’ve conjured up my Mother if I needed to.
Brennah and Steven, Molly and I. Outside The Doors Palace in Amsterdam.
This was taken the morning after that night in the hotel room. We had the best morning, wondering around the city with them.
My letter for Molly.
Mol,
I love you! You’re my best friend. I was thinking of you on the plane. I love how completely unshockable we are together. We just laugh at everything. Nothing seems to surprise us about the other one. There’s just no judgement whatso
