Sarah

I am home from a enjoyable BBQ at Tom Smith and Paul’s house. I know it is summer(ish) because it is hot enough to sit here with my front window open and hear the drunkeness at the Tobacco Factory kicking out time. I love the sound of being in the middle of nowhere when I am there but the sound of 23.29 in my flat is just laughing and clearing up glasses and I will miss it when I move from here.

The sound of 23.46 means just a few people left to get taxis and the staff in the tobacco factory, having cleared up, play really loud bad music so then it’s time to move to the back room.