It's May 2009. A few days from my twenty-eight birthday. As of today, right now, I have been in London for 1 year and 7 months. I've been meaning to document this strange and terrifying move but have only just begun to publicly record. If you're reading, I'm glad.
New friends are piling, one on top of the other, haphazardly into my life. Rugby tackling me as I wander, mouth agape, through my days. Brilliant people, who variously illuminate passions I have and expose new parts of me – things they see which I don't.
Peeling off layers of my sanity, I wantonly strip my brain naked, become insane, shrugging off the shackles of expectation and responsibility I feel insanely free to say and do whatever will make me laugh. A mental striptease.
Wanted all over London for cutting lights and drinking on the tube, this time, in Bow, is, we are all realising more and more, The Time. The Sugar House has been given to us for a reason, and is our hub, the control room, the HQ. In view of the Colosseum that is the Olympic Stadium which can be seen from our roof and impresses all the new friends who troop periodically into our home, offering insights, distractions and laughter, and enriching this nebulous and organic development of people, and ideas.
One by one they become ensnared in the web, become tangled in the sticky fabric of our lives; a clashing blend of colours, textures, synthetic and natural, indigenous and foreign; mongrels in it for the crack with open minds and the good fortune to have found each other.
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