I’m sitting in a plush looking flat next to the thames with my family.my late grandfathers there and we’re all chatting away happily,almost as if its christmas day.the general theme of these conversations i can’t remember but i distinctly remember them being generally happy and innocent with not a hint of fear or knowledge of whats about to happen in them.So anyway,i get up from my position of leaning against a warm radiator and get up to look out of the window and what do i see but a massive fuck off tornado ripping through London.It completely destroys saint pauls before i have any time to raise the warning and by the time i do its almost upon us.The next thing i know i’m holding on to the radiator for dear life grabbing someone by the sleeve of the neck

they’re screaming,and all of a sudden as soon as its started.its over.

and we’re all back together sitting amongst the rubble talking about marmite.

odd dream that.

so anyway i just got back from  lovely week in cornwall.Weather amazing.beach amazing.company amazing.here we all are in all our glory

don’t we look sweet.I won’t go into much detail but lets just say it was idyllic.Another exciting thing that happened was i recieved my summer project for Brighton.This involves me changing myself in some way,writing my emotions and thoughts on what i’m doing and then create a piece of design on those emotions+subject.this piece can be a book/poster or anything i like (i think) i’ll write about it more in detail when i’m not exhausted.

Oh and i didn’t get halls so i’m living with manda.good timess

Till then.