Last night we went out for Nath's birthday, I believe it may well be his 21st. Highlight of the night was torturing Carly when we wondered into the Indie Disco room and M.I.A came on. Carly hates M.I.A, claiming "She's a poor representation of black people and everyone only bums her becasue NME think she's cool". True dat, but I still love it, so I verily enjoyed making Carly do the "Brap, Brap, Brap, Ker Ching! and take ya money!". We were flying like paper.
I wore a granny skirt I found in a charity shop for £2! I wore it as a dress, with a black bow belt at my waist, with glittery tights and a rose in my hair. I was forced the wear ghetto gold hoops, which always make me look like I have real attitude. Getting "facety" as the hard nuts call it.