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| Christmas eve, drinking at a bus stop, Tilehurst |
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| Dean, New Years Eve, Brighton |
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| I'd be lying if I said my idea of a perfect New Year isn't sitting with Dean in his shitty flat watching Muppet treasure Island |
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| A whole new meaning to 'pissing on your own doorstep' |
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| Dean airborne |
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| Clock struck 12. Happy New Year to me. |
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| with Fab and Dean |
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| After Dean passed out I went upstairs to hang with the French dude he lives with. He spent two hours showing me the wonders of online poker... |
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| ...then we went to see the newly awoken Dean who spent two hours swearing behind Fab's back, being racist and trying to make him leave. |
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| I was trying to use the rest of my film/experiment with how well Kentmere 400 could be pushed up a few stops when I was taking photographs in this old car park. Infuriatingly this was the last frame in my camera, and less than five minutes later I saw a weeping prostitute being chased by a murderous looking man/client right through here. For all I know she's in a dumpster somewhere now. |
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