Inka's birthday party was on Saturday, and what a party it
was!

A new gang has appeared to terrorize the streets of Tower Hamlets, they're called da Gilbert House Boys challenging the good old Bethnal Green Boys. But these guys have foxes instead of dogs and use slippers and tea mugs as their weapons, and if they're in a really foul mood they might spit their snuff on you. So ya better watch out!

busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy: dissertation dissertation dissertation. and visual too.

Other than that, I've been doing all sorts of other stuff and have had lots of fun lately, I think. I'm happy in London (I think I might've mentioned it couple of times before...). There would be so many things to do and see but not enough time and money.

We went to Erotica (it's like erotiikka-messut in Finland I guess, haven't seen that though) yesterday with my mate Tracy and had such a nice evening at the end, although the actual event was a bit boring. But we do bring out some serious girl power in each other. Let's see what will result from yesterday's state of mind...!
There was this photographer who walked up to me and asked if he could take my picture. I said yes (or actually Tracy replied for me when I was still thinking about it) and asked only afterwards (should I know better? what am I studying again?) that who's he shooting for, and it's for the Loaded magazine, ha ha, amazing. We'll see if I'm gonna appear in the next issue. And no, I wasn't walking around in my topless.

This is it for now. Can't believe I'll be in Finland soooo soooon!

Adam.

Hugo at Gilbert.

I went to Columbia Road's flower market on one Sunday with Kristine. "So cheap that you can buy them for someone you don't even like" was one guys catchphrase for selling his flowers.

I had a nice night yesterday. The band was good and they had amazing energy on the stage. Afterwards we came back east and met Hugo, Johnny, Stripes, Mikko, Toby, Per and BeeKay in a pub, and stayed until late. Don't know about the others but I had fun, at least until someone broke a window (maybe they refused to give him a treat in the bar and that was his trick?) and I just got tired.
Then the usual journey home: first to the Beigel shop, then to the bus stop, wait there and see how 2 or 3 busses drive past and don't take anyone in. Sit and wait for a bit longer in the hope of another bus until you're freezing, start walking, then there's finally a bus when you're in between 2 stops and almost at home, run after the bus and then feel stupid after taking the packed bus smelling of puke for such a short journey.

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Emo, a Pakistani girl whose final collection we shot with Naroa, sent us (among some other people from the Uni) a message telling that her wedding's going to be next year in September in Pakistan and we're invited! I really want to go. Better start saving money for the flight tickets...