Sick day in Londres.

Woke up late and chilled at Phils house and had more fruit bread for breakfast. Practiced my DJ skills (non existent) and then went to Kings cross to meet Rog, Bryds and Smith. We went to a sick cafe for tea and cake, popped to some sick arty shops, walked to south bank, had dinner in Las Iguanas then headed to the Allen Stone gig.

OH MY LIFE. Sickest gig I have EVER been to. He could not have been more amazing. All of our cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. Headed back to Phils, picked Piero up and prepared for our minimal sleep.