The Good Times Are Killing Me

I need to get back up to Newcastle, life is boring in the south.

Can I have some opportunities to dress like this please.

Excuse my toilet in the background.

Here, have the back of my head :]

Credit goes to Michael Allen.

Not really feeling all that christmassy to be honest.

Celebrating having the flat to myself till I leave on sunday with some toast, tea, and the new Black Keys album, all of which are excellent.

This is about as hardcore as I get… yeah.

I’m starting to run out of food now as well, so I’m having to improvise.

Tonight I made a spaghetti sauce out of a chicken pie and a tomato. It was actually pretty good.

Poor student logic.