Popped up to London on Friday to see my first flatshare! Unfortunately, it wasn't quite living up to my expectations. It was exceptionally small, dark & they had no communal area! Granted I do tend to cosy up in my bedroom most evenings when I'm in, but still!
I felt a little disappointed & so to alleviate my woes, Lady Rawlinson, her friend Lauren & I went for cocktails in Kennington at this great little place called the Brown Derby. On the outside it looks like an old pub, but when you walk in, it's all old skool fabulous.
They had top hats for lights, mannequins draped in vintage fur, old black & white movies playing on the big screen & a DJ spinning electro swing. But most importantly, they served cocktails!
Unfortunately cocktails led to wine, which led to making friends, which led to more wine. A fatal combination which evidently leads to one very drunk Alix. Which equally leads to awfully cringe drunk messages to Beard. Oh dear, dear, dear.
I tend to find, I can usually hold my shit together & act relatively 'normal' for about a good month. After that, the cracks tend to start showing & I turn all kinds of crazy! This is when I either break up with whichever unfortunate soul I'm currently with, or they persevere to such an extent that I get past the crazy & go back to being the fierce bitch I actually am...some of the time.
Currently we're in the crazy bitch phase. I think this has been greatly aided by the immense stress of moving. Myself & stress do not go well together. But I would like to point out, that I have been 100% open & honest about my crank tendencies to Beard since the first date. So by rights, this should really not be held against me. Totes will though...
Amongst all this cranktastic behaviour, I have at least found happiness in another possible flatshare. This time in Brixton. I won't rest my heart on it, but all my fingers & joints are crossed. The one thing that has made everything better, is Sir Fleming agreeing to let me couch surf at his, if I don't find anywhere before I start work on the 1st December. Which means all is not lost if Brixton falls through!
To add to Sir Fleming's good deeds of late, he's also growing a 'tache for Movember. So if you feel like donating to help men's ability to keep ladies happy & making babies, here's the link!