And then there was one...

When I arrived in London I was fortunate enough to move into one of the coolest house shares in London (although short lived). Great People, 2 Polish sisters, one crazy Canadian, a strange Australian couple, a mad Australian gardener, another even madder Australian cowboy and a South African boy who, like myself, thinks too much.

The first to leave was the gardener, or landscaper if you glorify his position as I sometimes do mine. Then the (annoying to some) Australian couple moved to Finland. Some time after it was the crazy Canadian's turn, the middle of the night waking, side street relief, dronk verdriet, good film loving Marcia. Probably the first Canadian I had actually ever met, and still by far the coolest. Marcia is original, I'll just leave it there. Like Dayne, her exploits are too R-rated for this blog :P Then the younger of the sisters, the fashion loving, late working, subtitled film watching Asia left for the USA. The baby of the house.

The house was gone, no longer did the lancaster massive exist. After dodging immigration officials, trying to find a bed to sleep, and a plane ticket home, Chris the 'house painting, film studying, cant handle my booze and I know it saffer was next, home to Cape Town, hmmm I miss home.

So 2 left, the older of the two polish sisters is still here, living on the opposite end of London with no plans of leaving. So that leaves Dayne, the depth charge drinking ... you know, if I mention anything else about Dayne you're sure to be shocked, you only see in movies the things he does. So yeah Dayne was the last to leave, back to the land down under, Bris- Vegas, just kidding dude, Brisbane. My Spanish bar partner in crime.

So that leaves me, of course I've got my own house with my own strange housemates, but I still miss the Lancaster crew.

... and then there was one.


Film of the day: Office Space