Moving Day – in the rain
Jesus Christ, moving is a pain in the arse, especially when it’s pissing down. Might consider a re-build if it carries on. Can’t be arsed to carry loads of fucking twigs half way across London. Just can’t. Mind you, I have got some quality twigs, especially the polished birch. I’ll see how I feel. Spent the morning visiting pals for a quick goodbye before heading up West to a whole new life, and one big slice of the action pie. Decided on this place yesterday. Got the nuts nesting potential:
This is how Mart described it: ‘A very spacious property exterior featuring splendid south facing window sills offering a sunny aspect. With stylish and modern orange frontage, the property is ideally located for the restaurants, bins and throwaways of the West End. 2 single nest spaces with room to expand. Freehold. Asking Price: Help yourself’
Pissed myself. We also reckon ‘Bistro1’ underneath us, being a cheap Med restaurant, probably chucks out a load of grissini, fallafel, and fishy pasta bits every night. If we’re on top of it, we get first dibs.
So we said goodbye to Hayes, and this is why.
Hayes High Street = total shithole:
Smell my Soho facing feathery butt!
Bring it on.