sisters from next misters

so this weekend i will be seeing these girls above (bar the ginger one cos shes on the other side of the world....literally. in south korea with hubby) by the way, don't watch the gully background of this picture in stoke newington, the scattered litter most probably from the chicken stop/ chicken shack/ dirty chicken place opposite my old flat and a sneaky peek of the big green dustbin, that was usually filled with stuff from washing machines to car parts and maybe even a used shank innit. no seriously, on my first week moving in after going for a meander down church street, i came back to a cordoned off flat, 2 ambulances, the five's and a man being hoifed into the back of the van. welcome to stokey. found out from (one of my soon to be BFF's) the guy in zelal newsagent opposite who filled me in with all the gory details about a guy getting stabbed. PLEASANT.

so yeah, back to my girls. we catch up on the regs, i go oop north and see them (in places i've not heard of before) and down south (to places i've not heard of before) and they come see me in the big smoke. i'm the worst host though, never having any food, or places to sleep.

"there were 3 in the bed and the little one said...can you get the fuck out theres not enough space for you AND your arse"

so definitely not hostess with the mostess.

i leave that to sazzle who sorts us out with munch, pj's, socks (half of my sock drawer doesn't actually belong to me) keeps us organised and in order when we're all staggering from pub to bar to kebab house to toilet bowl.

lets just say this weekend won't break the mould. which is exactly what i want.