It's The Spinal Countdown

So it looks like our days on the streets are drawing to a close. The offer we put on a place in Clapham Junction fell through, but a new place on Lavender Hill looks to be a winner.

It’s been an interesting time moving from couch to couch (six places in two weeks), but the time has come to put our homeless days behind us.

The main dilemma with being a dosser, is that you have to adapt your life-style to the home-owners discretion.

At one house you’re getting glared at for putting a Dessert Spoon in the section of the dishwasher that is clearly for Tea spoons. At another house you’re getting berated for wanting to go to bed at 3am on a Wednesday, because there is still time for at least five more beers and a bong hit. You can’t win, and this is why it’s important to secure your own place. That, and if I slept on one more couch I’d end up with a spine like the freaky sister in Pet Semetary. (If that’s too random a reference, you’ll have to take my word for it. The chick’s back was FUCKED).

And in order to get the sensation of some real beds, for the last few nights we’ve been living in an East Putney Motel. Nice joint with an old Chinese guy who serves us Bloody Marys, and 24 hour Pizza room srvice. A great place to hang out on a Saturday when you’ve got a hangover that could cripple a Moose.

I’ll miss it.