PORRIDGE HOTEL:

Woman in a Blue dress laughing talking fog on the M25, still alive. Last night talking to philosophical Glaswegian living in Brentwood in a tie-dye T watching bands givin it in the back room of the Shacklewell arms. The toilets through the dancehall demand night vision super powers pissing in black out for the black-out pissed. Lovin’ Dalston’s energy drops a groove on me infused with natural aesthetic that celebrates a life outside the box.

(K)