A Brixton drunk night
It was one of those nights that make you feel good to be alive: meeting loads of chums in your local, chewing the fat, talking shit and having the odd deep convo with close friends before staggering along to a late bar (the Dogstar) for more beers and then wobbling home from a night when you feel you’ve connected with what’s going on.
I’m sure some of you won’t have a clue what I’m on about (or maybe you’re not as pissed as me!), but if you’d spent as much time as me living in bleak, unfriendly areas of London before finding an area with a proper community, then you’d know why I’m feeling so chuffed to be living in Brixton! 🙂
(I think it’s time I went to bed now!)
