i remember when the days were long. hey i'm rich, twenty-three, a small village near sunny brighton. england.
music, indie films, maps, science, vegetarianism, tea, tattoos, pretty girls and whatnot.
now i’ve managed to emerge from my hangover cocoon caused by the NYE 2010 festivities, i’ll try and sum the night up. all my best friends in one house. a ton of whisky and oh god the champagne. sweet music. mergers. ring of fire and drinking jenga. everyone spontaneously making out at midnight. a HUGE conga line. broken ribs and breaking up fights. basically, some of the pictures never need to see the light of day.

now i’ve managed to emerge from my hangover cocoon caused by the NYE 2010 festivities, i’ll try and sum the night up.

  • all my best friends in one house.
  • a ton of whisky and oh god the champagne.
  • sweet music.
  • mergers.
  • ring of fire and drinking jenga.
  • everyone spontaneously making out at midnight.
  • a HUGE conga line.
  • broken ribs and breaking up fights.

basically, some of the pictures never need to see the light of day.