Byebye Ivanhoe.
Tomorrow morning at 10.15 we leave our lovely South London flat behind... it's seen some great times. The neighbours might be quite pleased to see the back of us though, after a few rowdy "barbeques" which turned into late night record sessions encompassing Quentin's wide range of vinyl, from Michael Bolton to Bruce Willis' 'Under the Boardwalk'. Ahhhh. At least they couldn't accuse us of having bad taste.
** pics of the inside (back when we actually had furniture), and Daryl and Quentin standing outside the front door the day I got my British citizenship.
** pics of the inside (back when we actually had furniture), and Daryl and Quentin standing outside the front door the day I got my British citizenship.
posted by Nic at 8:58 pm
2 Comments:
Ahhh Ivanhoe...so many great memories. How will I ever forget Quentin's seductress Corky Reade, drinking builder's tea in front of Jared, listening to Quent's record collection (and doing the running man) til the early hours of the morning, vomitting in my handbag so that Sheena could demonstrate how unconditional her friendship is, the Monday night shopping expeditions at Sainsburys, the yummiest flat dinners EVER, inflicting my crass sense of humour on the poor innocent Nic...oh, you will be missed Ivanhoe! xx
ahhh I have a pic of Quentin and Corky... will have to put that on too. The neighbours also won't miss us feeding him! Shame our goldfish got murdered.
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