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Via Chumpstyle.
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Yay! So Nat and I are back in London after a manic weekend up in Leeds at the Carling Weekend.
I could spend hours trawling through these photos. His live journal is here. It's apparent now, I've missed my calling in life.
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Natalie's recent promotion means a nice climb up the magazine masthead for some decent recognition.
Photo's from the Innocent Smoothies Fruitstock festival are up on flickr.
Ugh. I've undertaken the laborious task of uploading my back catalogue of photos to flickr. Partially because I may as well use my lovely Pro account (thanks to Nat for that!), and partially because I've got a sneaky suspicion that my external hard drive may be nearing the end of it's life span and I don't want to lose the pics when it finally croaks.
Went to the races to watch the horses. Lost two quid. Won sixty quid (in a group bet). Spent it all on champagne. Watched Texas play live.
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