Last week.

Busy busy.

Aside from working and passing my first bar test (just!) ...

I caught up with my sisters mate and new London resident Clare.

Our history pretty much consists of drunken hugs n' screams 

accompanied by brief boogies on the dancefloor back home.

We drifted round Camden markets, briefly popped past Trafalgar square,

and made our way to Leicester square. 

There we found bright colours...

 Beers, and a convieniently dated world premiere.

All the stars, plus the cars. (minus The Rock.. boooo!)

Blue carpet..

 Michelle Rodriguez, begging for cargo pants, charming as ever.

I know it could be any bald guy in a suit,

but that is indeed Vin Diesel in front of me.

 And of course pretty boy Paul Walker.

On stage, on screen. I see you.

Celebs were fancy, yeah.. ok..

My hightlight?

This sexy Camaro better known as Bumblebee.

Wrong movie, matters not.

 I got a bit giddy.

All in all, a touristy but successful day out. 

 

Within days, myself and Clare got back to the boozy relationship I remember..

WeZ got a year older. We celebrated.

It was a drunken blur with minimal photographic evidence. 

Redskin vodka, ciders, tequilla and chicken wings, mates and friendly ranga neighbours. 

Our first and last attempt at redskin vodka..

  

Rosey redskin birthday cheeks!

 "oi Clare, selfies, real quick!.. pull faces."

 The last photo I found of the night..

Says it all.

 At the height of our hangover the following morning, Ausie mate no 2 for the

 week Tabitha landed in for some couch time on her way to Eurovision.

Tired Tabitha..

Train station Tabitha..

 Between her trotting off to visit family and me having to work, we managed

 to travel East for a face full of Brick lane curry. Om nom nom.

Some cool graffiti along the way is just about the only evidence of our outing.

 

 

The last 3 days since have been pure catch up and recovery..

On top of my washing, lounge is back to normal,

now full speed into the studying.

I have 200+ cocktail recipes to learn!