sailing on the docklands

went to Stratford today and smoked loads of cigarettes & hung about near the workmenand convinced them i was some blonde busty mascot, really i was spying on their conversation to see if anything is going on. When i mean going on i mean i was scoping out whether or not the place is going to be used as a giant pen for the people who decide not to get on the hotel super yacht when the end of the world comes!!




they were saying about how theyre just knocking stuff down right now and noone knows whats going on because there's no money to replace the gaping holesbut the big boss withthe bug laugh is friends with Simon Barne “Seven years of whingeing, rows, misery, scandals, spin, claptrap, disasters, backbiting and sulking will be followed in 2012 by the greatest celebration of life that London has seen, that Britain has seen, that the world has seen.” Simon Barne



a celebration of life!!! i was there for fucking ages talking to those guys and there were some punks having a party in this half-fallingdown building (need photographs). It looked really amazing! the sun was going down so everything looked orange and apocalyptic (already!) i was still talking to the builders, they were ok they were pretending to dance and calling the punks "kids" like they were fond of them. i slinked from busty page3grrrl to italian squat boy by taking off my wig, the builders thought id gone home haha