We can get a little flat, and decorate it by painting flowers on the walls and stars on the ceiling. With posters of James Dean and Audrey Hepburn.
And we’ll have one wall, our wall of awesome, where we’ll stick photos, gig tickets, wristbands, posters, and just things we found/bought/stole that remind us of good times.
We’ll get waitressing jobs that pay the rent.
We’ll go out on friday nights to a local bar and talk to handsome strangers who buy us drinks.
Saturday mornings will be spent in bed, nursing out hangovers, wondering if we’ll see the strangers again, making dippy eggs and tea, and watching Audrey Hepburn movies.
We’ll play our music as loud as we want and dance around the flat in our pyjamas singing/shouting the lyrics as loud as we can, to drown out the noise of the city, and annoy our grumpy neighbours.
We’ll scrape together enough money to go to all the gigs we want to go to, and wake up the next morning to our flat full of people, some we know, some we just met, who needed somewhere to sleep.
We’ll have girly nights in. And girls nights out. And we’ll drink cocktails out of mugs because we never did get around to buying any cocktail glasses.
/Doesn't have to be London. Anywhere would do really.
