It was with excitement that I left Bracknell. I’m not entirely sure whether I was more excited about leaving Bracknell or moving to London. The house I lived in wasn’t the best. 6 people crammed into a terraced house, thin walls and fire doors, people that would leave washing up for weeks and deny it being them, things that would break – I did live with some decent guys though so it wasn’t all bad. But the amount of times those fucking doors would bang at night when I was trying to sleep. Not to mention the cat next door … Continued