karaoke in hackney

hey you mob!
we had a karaoke night at the new house on friday to celebrate our arrival and make it crystal clear to the rest of the household that we are ROCK & RAWL! our housemates were like "ooh yeah, great, i'm not singing...no not me...oh yeah cool, you go girl..." and you know what? all those shy flowers turned into KARAOKE CARNIVORES and were fighting for the mike, as ya do.
karaoke was a sleepover extravaganza, with mates rearranging the furniture so they could gently drift back down to earth in each other's fleshy embrace. aaaw. it was beautiful. bodies everywhere. english breakfast. kickn the ball in the park next day, ash finally breached the barrier and learnt to HEAD BUTT. yeah. feeling more english everyday...but not. know what i mean?
photos soon...
miss yez, love yez,
we love hackney. we are diggn the borough!

by the way, here is a shot of the cool stage curtain when we went to see the mighty boosh the other month...with jen and stu, it was rad

brief enter lewd

hi kids,
mucho apologies for the long delay; it's sometimes easy to forget folks are hanging on yr every word (i assume). Much has transpired - not near a net cafe, but- and so for a brief update:
We are now back in Hackney, in our new real non-short-term, we don't gotta carry all our shit on the train again residence. Hackney has a reputation about as nice as the word sounds if u inject it with a cockney, londoner, scouse or afro-carribean...see? But, despite everyone from the guy at customs on the way in wrinkling their collective nose, me n ash like this end of town.
we spent the previous 10 days in putney (also a charming moniker), living with 'saffos' (the delightful south african folks) and sucking up a little britain proper. this end of town, just south of hammersmith, earls court and those other 'antipodean' suburbs (gee, don't all this terminology make u puke?), is decidedly WHITE. very few of what our potential indian landlord disparagingly referred to as 'coloured people'. hey, go figure. actually putney is really boring and overpriced, but at least the folks can sleep safe knowing the beggars are all whitey.
enough of boring tedious london moving.
been feeling a little more up since i got a job (thank u to all those i harassed 4 references; these brit's will believe anything!). be feeling even better once i get paid. £7 an hour is not exactly what richard branson gets, i'll wager, but it's a start.

i'm crediting the suit with my success - i even got an op shop tie! god, metrosexual yuppie heaven is just a classic car reissue away!. ash is just about to get a break due to kiddies holidays, so lucky i'm earning or we'd be well poor, instead of just common poor.

jen and kate have been ensuring our lowbrow australian cultural fixes are being taken care of (no, don't interpret that, we got fotos!).

i've drunk more foster's in the last month than in my entire life previous, i reckon. this is only cos it's the cheapest thing to buy most places, i swear.

rach and her, ah, 'friend' (i dunno, ask her), have been keeping our broader london cultural experience alive, despite the shoestring.

anyways, we'll get a proper good update and email and skype and shit going reel soon, i promise.
talk 2 y'all soon, kiddies. don't forget us...
oh, and happy birthday to micko, dan and salbo.
xxxx leon