london, i miss you.
i feel sad, really sad.
everything has gone in a while and i don't know how my italian life will be now.
i'm so bewildered..
it was my last work-day at walkabout in covent gardern yesterday and due to my happyness about being there, i drunk everything from spirits to beers, from cocktails to shots.
i stole a bunch of tips from the tip's basket as well.
i'm so fuckin bastard. after cleaning and taking care about everything was in its right place, i went with my fellows to old street and we had fun in a polish club with that shitty minimal-techno music.
but it was great to share my happyness with these guys: that's one of the reasons why i'm sad.. i was starting feeling one of them and i felt like re-starting a new life.
this is a list on what probably i'll miss about london:
- have breakfast in my favourite bar, full of freakin people;
- eat a chicken doner after working and pay it thanks to the tips;
- "the breakfast club", one of the best place in london;
- buy vinyls and chill out on the couch at phonica rec. ;
- meet nico de ceglia for a coffee and a chat;
- walk on the street at 2 o' clock while carpenters are working and london's sleeping;
- alisha, dave, isabel, tom: my home-mates;
- davide, one of the greatest guy ever met;
- rain: i felt like having a wet pat;
- the couches on my living room: so comfortable;
- shoreditch and old-street area: the real london;
- everytype of juice;
- the tiny sun;
- "sorry boss";
- the gardern in front of hoxton bar.
and this is a list on what i won't miss about london:
- heidi from phonica rec. c'mon chick, you're not god ;
- sedat, the cooker from walkabout: a kinda hitler. FUCK OFF STUPID MAN!;
everything has gone in a while and i don't know how my italian life will be now.
i'm so bewildered..
it was my last work-day at walkabout in covent gardern yesterday and due to my happyness about being there, i drunk everything from spirits to beers, from cocktails to shots.
i stole a bunch of tips from the tip's basket as well.
i'm so fuckin bastard. after cleaning and taking care about everything was in its right place, i went with my fellows to old street and we had fun in a polish club with that shitty minimal-techno music.
but it was great to share my happyness with these guys: that's one of the reasons why i'm sad.. i was starting feeling one of them and i felt like re-starting a new life.
this is a list on what probably i'll miss about london:
- have breakfast in my favourite bar, full of freakin people;
- eat a chicken doner after working and pay it thanks to the tips;
- "the breakfast club", one of the best place in london;
- buy vinyls and chill out on the couch at phonica rec. ;
- meet nico de ceglia for a coffee and a chat;
- walk on the street at 2 o' clock while carpenters are working and london's sleeping;
- alisha, dave, isabel, tom: my home-mates;
- davide, one of the greatest guy ever met;
- rain: i felt like having a wet pat;
- the couches on my living room: so comfortable;
- shoreditch and old-street area: the real london;
- everytype of juice;
- the tiny sun;
- "sorry boss";
- the gardern in front of hoxton bar.
and this is a list on what i won't miss about london:
- heidi from phonica rec. c'mon chick, you're not god ;
- sedat, the cooker from walkabout: a kinda hitler. FUCK OFF STUPID MAN!;
- beppe, typical italian shit;
- "frank sinatra". lol, fuck off man, you're the worste singer/dj ever heard =) ;
- tubby women. STAY AT HOME PLEASE, DON'T GO OUT, YOU'RE CRAP!
- "frank sinatra". lol, fuck off man, you're the worste singer/dj ever heard =) ;
- tubby women. STAY AT HOME PLEASE, DON'T GO OUT, YOU'RE CRAP!
- notting hill carnival;
- steven, my landlord;
- hip-hop and dnb black guys;
- all clubs which pissed me.
that's all folks, i don't know about how my life will be in the next months but i think there's nothing worse than come back to italy.
cheers.
sorry about, no music for the moment.
- steven, my landlord;
- hip-hop and dnb black guys;
- all clubs which pissed me.
that's all folks, i don't know about how my life will be in the next months but i think there's nothing worse than come back to italy.
cheers.
sorry about, no music for the moment.
posted with a fantasgreat yawn by dying in beauty, 2:31 AM
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