New Flat Mate

Obviously, bunging all our stuff back into boxes and packing up for the second time in a month was not without stress. In the end, with options not thick on the ground, we sprung for a man with a van we found via Gumtree. Thankfully, he was a very nice man called Aaron. 

His van was actually a full-scale removal truck. Compared to the torturous game of possession Tetris we endured getting our stuff down to London, it was a total breeze. Nonchalantly parking half in the bus lane and half on the pavement, he had us out and away in moments. Many thanks to MC K and Jam Master P* for making our short stay in New  Cross an enjoyable one. 

The disembarkment in our new hood, Peckham Rye (we're saying Peckham Rye and we're sticking with it. We don't live in East Dulwich. No matter what anyone says alright?) just as swift. 

The Kitchen was being fixed up (look sharp). So it seemed logical to celebrate our new abode with some takeaway food. Our new housemates are very much tuned to our frequency. The world is a surprisingly small place, as it turns out we had a Goober Patrol in common.

Charlie, the new housemate pictured above decided to join myself and Riot for the night. Only natural I suppose he would want to give us a proper inspection. Make sure we were up to scratch and that...

*our former flat mates may well be surprised to hear their new psuedonyms, but unless told otherwise I think it's generally best to avoid real names on here.