so long soph #4

this is how i feel about soph leaving...

... but she is looking forward. (lame, i know, but this whole series of shots were such a rollercoaster of emotions).

three sophies, a fox, an ant and a brooke

summer dinner party to celebrate two of the sophies (nelson's birthday, fletcher's departure).

london and new york.

brooke.

and our delightful hostess/chef (squid ink pasta with cuttlefish - amazing).

so long soph #3

we are lovely ladies of leisure who luncheon at story deli. soph also scored a barbour jacket for sixty pounds and some sweet vinyl after lunch. we were trying to get to the tate but were thwarted at every turn.

so long soph #2

LUAU! (rained out...)

up on soph's roof. i got caught in the monsoon on my way over so i was soaked and chilly.

lone coconut.

day off

he just keeps popping up.

so long soph #1

when soph found me outside climpson's this morning, i was planning to walk to the tate and see where the day took me. instead, soph and i wandered through london spending her money. she's done very well for herself.

after a restorative lunch at rose bakery, we wandered through soho to milk bar for coffee and our take-away carrot cake. this is the kind of day you dream of having and i'm quite excited for the day when i can be completely frivolous with my money too.

routine

just another sunny afternoon hanging out on the market. a new experience for nic and anna though and they certainly made the most of it.

never alone

ellie and i found a rainbow of books in shoreditch.

turned out to be a library and we promptly signed up. just waiting for my card to arrive in the mail.

sunday in the life

waiting for a table at albion... admiring the selection.

waiting (forever) for breakfast at albion with steph and hannah.

and temptation was succumbed to. hannah is as good at justifying as me - we worked hard all week and sunday was a beautiful day for the park and you can't go to the park without tasty treats. and there you have it.

steph and hannah.

another gig at climpsons, the end of the triple rosie tour.

ora, lizzie and kerry watching tom - "if whiskey doesn't kill me..."

matt d.

triple rosie. "if i could be a note, i'd be all of them."

that's ish marquez, the guy they were supporting on tour. they wrote some wicked songs on the road.

ora cogan, with help from max.

oscar had really shiny shoes on.

day in the life

saturday.

get to work at 7:30 ready to open at 8.

though the market opens officially at 10 it takes a while to get going...

...and it wasn't even that busy today.

jamie and hannah, killing it on the machine.

the remnants of mid-afternoon snack, courtesy of the stall just outside our door, 'flour power'.

an eerily vacant cafe. this does not happen.

finishing up for the day.

the twat (and mutton).

an all too familiar sight, though not my responsibility today. technically, because i was chef today i should have finished at four, but i stuck around doing odd jobs til five and then skipped out when the real cleaning began...

...straight to the bar next door with jamie (nicola too). nothing like sitting in the gutter with a cocktail after a long day.

yes chef.

we gathered some more people ad hung out drinking free cocktails for a while. they really are so good to us there.

some of my housemates were at the cat/twat but matt, nicola, hannah, gustav and a bunch of swedes were hanging on the corner, so i did that instead.

after much indecision and loitering we ended up in the gutter outside the dove (down the road a bit). none of us have any money (paid on monday), all of us were tired and just over it so we parted until tomorrow. pretty much a typical saturday, so now you know.