Wednesday, 15 September 2010

/hoxton hotel/

When I got back to London I received a phone call from my brother. It pretty much started as a lecture about sorting my life out, c.vs, jobs, money- blah blah blah... but as soon as I diverted the conversation to happier things he told me that he got my boyfriend a night in the hoxton hotel. Just goes to show, nothing good comes without a little bit of a bitch slap first.

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