Last week, I got an overnight bus to London, eight hours in cramped and uncomfortable seating attempting to sleep. But it was worth it; I saw two of my favourite girls and met some pretty important individuals, ate my weight in fabulous junk food, protested for free education (along side a very odd, suited man who asked to sit on boys' shoulders...picture provided for posterity, and any information about said man gratefully received) and saw my sister and her boy after being separated for far too long. She really is one of the most amazing people I know - check out her blog for some floral inspiration here.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
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Last week, I got an overnight bus to London, eight hours in cramped and uncomfortable seating attempting to sleep. But it was worth it; I saw two of my favourite girls and met some pretty important individuals, ate my weight in fabulous junk food, protested for free education (along side a very odd, suited man who asked to sit on boys' shoulders...picture provided for posterity, and any information about said man gratefully received) and saw my sister and her boy after being separated for far too long. She really is one of the most amazing people I know - check out her blog for some floral inspiration here.
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9 comments:
i love these photos! i love a good protest :D
It looks like you had a great time. I hope you guys get the free education you were protesting for. I wish we had that here (for college).
I always get hungry around here. I wonder why... :))))
Glad you had a fun day, and even got to protest.
Have a fantastic new week
xxxxxx
i am so jealous of you missey. xx
I protest for Fee's of the Ashley variety thank you. x
OMG. SO yummy!! :)
That looks really fun. Free education is certainly a worthy cause.
I want to be in every one of your pictures! Like seriously, your life just draws me in.
I want cupcakes and protests!
That cupcake decoration sure does look like a fried egg. I'm not sure which I'm craving more now, cupcakes or fried eggs.
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