Story time

It is story time here on my little abandoned blog..

Let’s rewind back to October 1st 2016, on that day myself, C and Mr. Boss Man drove down from Hertfordshire to Brighton where I was moving in to my new flat. In the beginning this flat seemed like the perfect place for me. It had a loft feel to it, it was big and open plan but it had two rooms so that me and my housemate could get privacy. The toilet and shower were outside of the flat itself (so in the landing) but it was only us in the building so I didn’t really mind it. If there was one thing that felt off for me from the very beginning was that my landlord wouldn’t agree to having a contract between the two of us, no matter how much I asked.

As time passed I realised a few things that were wrong with the place, starting with the fact that it was late October and there was absolutely no heating in the house! I found an electric heater that me and my housemate at the time would then proceed to “fight” about. This little heater did not have a big impact on the situation and there was more that one time where I’d come home and want to go to bed and it’d be 1°C in my bedroom. As you can imagine this was not fun. I also realised that the window in the bathroom was constantly open as the glass in one corner was just floating, which made it even colder. Amongst other things that didn’t make it specially warm. My landlords fix for this was to put up a piece of glass (literally) infront of the three older windows that weren’t double glazed, which did the trick for winter but also meant we couldn’t open the windows to get some air in which (and correct me if I am wrong) I like to do to ventilate the room.

When my next housemate moved in the landlord upped the rent from £425 to £450 because of the use of the electric heater, which I could understand. My father also managed to fix one of the old radiators that were there so we now had heating in the main room and that worked great! However we also discovered that we couldn’t use the oven and the stove at the same time as it wouldn’t cook the food because it took too much electricity; the freezer door was broken and so there was ice everywhere in the fridge/freezer; the shower was leaking through the wall in to the kitchen; the roof was leaking in to the hallway when it rained heavily (which it often does in England)…

Because of the previously mentioned piece of glass infront of the windows my housemate kept getting ill, so he was in a constant state of taking medicine. And when it came to summer (the wonderful warm summer we have had!) I wanted to open the windows to ventilate. Let me explain something before I go any further, because this is an old warehouse the walls are like a magnet for extreme weather, so when it’s cold outside it’s like twice as cold inside and when it’s hot outside its twice as hot inside. This being said, I wanted to open the window to my bedroom in June/July time when we had such a massive heatwave. Mr. Boss Man had to come down and help me and my housemate take down the glass from my bedroom window and his; which the landlord wasn’t happy about.

At the beginning of October this year I got my third housemate. She had just moved in when I started having troubles with the landlord. Said troubles came from me asking for him to fix the bloody window in the toilet like I’d been asking for a year. He kept saying “if you’re not happy you should find somewhere else to live” and other statements like that that basically meant he wanted me gone. With help from my parents I decided to stay, in the end I just have a few more months here and I could just take it, even if he was upping the price to £500pm (which let me tell you, the place in it’s current condition is not worth).

When my previous housemate moved out (in the end of September) he did not pay his half of the rent because of the conditions in which he moved out, so I had to pay an extra £225, I had the money and it was put aside to pay, as soon as the landlord had fixed the things that needed fixing. He then got aggressive.

On Nov 2nd after three messages where I explain to him that all other rent will be and has been in on time but that I will not give him the £225 until XYZ is fixed he went on to say, and I quote: “Please pay the rent we will sort that when I have time […]” and continued with “If the rent is not in by Friday you will have to move out I’m afraid […]”
Again, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t a landlords job to fix the problems that make it hard for the tenants to live in their property? Also, please remember the latter statement he made as it will be funny later on.

So, I received these messages whilst I was in lecture, aka. cue anxiety attack. Went to student support, cried and then made a plan. Paid the man on Friday mid day and came home to find that he’s told my housemate that “I’m afraid we have decided to move out ourselves so we need to vacate by the 15 of January really sorry I’m not a landlord and it’s not working for me”. Myself and my housemate then went the next day to view a place and took it on the spot.

Here’s where shit hits the fan. When I’m at the MTV EMAs he messages me asking what’s happening with the move, then the next day wanting an answer. Both me and my housemate message him and tell him we will be out by the 20th as that’s how long we have paid rent for. He proceeds to state that we need to give him a months notice, to which I tell him that he’s asked me to move on four occasions and that he has told my housemate she needs to be out by the 20th, so we obliged. Then plays the racist card with me (which is where the previously mentioned funny statement comes in) and says “In this country you give notice”. Are you having a laugh?! I’m sorry but in my country we follow the law.

This all brings us to today. Myself and my housemate have been living full time in the new place for 10 days, and today is the 20th which means it is the day where we have to have everything moved out of the old flat. The landlords wife (who has absolutely nothing to do with this and whom I have never dealt with!) sends me a message from his phone. This message contains things like “Do not leave mattress or anything anywhere near (adress not included for obvs reasons). We don’t want any of your stuff. […] Take your lock off the door and leave the front door keys behind. You tell (housemate name not included for obvs reasons) to do the same.” and then proceeds to call us immature and claims that we have a “complete lack of foresight” and says that “Just for the record I didn’t trust you from the start and unfortunately I have been proven right”.
Oh bless your heart m’am; do you really think I care about if you trust me or not?

Anyway, here’s a lesson to one and all to just go through agencies, at least they’re legal and will give you a contract.


My space.

I have always been the type of person that likes to spend a lot of time on my own, so from a very young age I have always treated my room like my sanctuary, my safe space if you like. When I moved to Sweden my mother pointed out how important it was to make the space my own space and to really make it feel like home since this was the first time I was going to actually live away from home. Since then I have always had that philosophy, to bring something to make it feel like home.

Now that I live in Brighton and intend to live in this apartment for the better part of two years I have really tried making, at least my room, feel like home. Last night I decided to move all the furniture in my room around and I can honestly say I slept a lot better tonight than I have any other night I have lived in this apartment. Feng shui and what not..

So here are some photos of what I call, my safe place.

Last night.

It’s the last few hours of the last night that I live in London, at least for now. And as tomorrow approaches I’ve come to think back on this last year where I’ve lived my day to day in the amazing, vibrant, wondrous place that is the City of London.

For years I had been dreaming about moving over here but I’d never in a billion years would have thought that it’d be as amazing has it’s been. All the opportunities I’ve had, all the adventures I’ve been on and concerts I’ve been to, but most of all, all the friends I’ve made.

I’ve been to so many concerts this past year, so many random, last minute gigs that I heard about through some friend who texted me, or even through facebook. I have broadened my music horizons so much because of all the people I’ve discovered and all the music my friends have sent me. I have discovered my true passion for live music.

I’ve experienced working at a venue where I’ve done the stage thing, where I was the one setting up the rig and making sure everything worked so Will could do the sound engineering. I’ve been the one introducing myself to artists in the street telling them that we need to work together. I have the most amazing job, which I absolutely love, at one of the most well known venues in Europe. I’ve worked with my lecturer at the UK Beatbox Championship and at this intimate launch event. I have worked at eight festivals this summer of which one is Glastonbury, freaking Glastonbury! I’ve had so many opportunities this year in live music that I can not thank my lucky stars enough for.

Last night I went to a goodbye concert for this artis who I did sound engineering for a while back and just saying goodbye to him brought a tear to my eye, so sitting here, having to write this makes me cry even more. Even though I know I’m coming back to London on Tuesday for the rest of the week, the worst part about leaving London is leaving all my friends. I’ve met so many amazing people over this year, so many true friends, the kind of friends who will help you out in the darkest of times, who don’t mind it when you call them crying in the middle of the night or talk about the same boy for hours and hours, the kind of people who will offer you their house when you have nowhere to live or help you find something else. The sort of people who are passionate, and bright, and loyal, and loving, supporting, caring, and I could list a thousand other characteristics that my friends here have but I’d be sat here until the early hours in the morning and we just can’t have that. I want to thank you all for taking such amazing good care of me and for letting me be a part of your lives this year. Don’t go thinking you’re getting rid of me, because you’re not, I just wanted to thank you for the time that has been up until now and for the many many years to come.

I guess I’m just feeling very emotional and wish I could pack you all up and take you with me to Brighton, but I know I can’t, and I know that everyone has their own life and we all need to follow our dreams (wherever the darn things might take us) but just know that I love every single one of you.

So here’s to more amazing memories and to the many many years to come. I might be moving, but I’m not disappearing and you’re sure as h not getting rid of me that easy.

Brighton Bucket List

So I’ve just got back home from spending yet another amazing day in Brighton. I swear I don’t grow tired of the city and I find new things there every day!

Today I went down because I had a job interview and an apartment viewing, which all sounds very grown up and boring, but I actually quite enjoyed myself. That, however, is not what this post is meant to be about. This post is about things that I want to do whenever I move down to Brighton.

· Buy a longboard and learn how to properly use it
· Paint my room
· Find a job in something that I have a passion for
· Start university
· Find out how to be a roadie and get a job for the summer as a one
· Up my youtube content
· Get a bike and ride my bike everywhere
· Stop eating crap food
· Start reading books more regularly

I’m sure I’ll come up with a lot more new things, but I kinda just came up with these things today.

Hope you all have a lovely day!

Falling in love with Brighton


I know I keep saying this but it isn’t any less true, if anything it just becomes stronger and stronger.

I went back down to Brighton this past weekend to help out at a weekend event called The Great Skinhead Reunion, which 13 year-old me was freaking out about. If you didn’t know I went through a punk phase and this weekend has been like a throwback to that time of my life.

Luckily though I had a lot of time off so I could go exploring the city. The first day I went with my friend Faye from uni, who was also my life saver during this weekend as her and her mother took me in to their home and let me stay there. I can honestly not thank them enough! She, however, showed me all the cool places where the locals hang, or whatever. But it was very nice having a townie with me showing me parts of the city I didn’t know about before.

I also went exploring with my new friend Bea and by myself. There is so much to see in the city that I feel like I always discover something new, and I make a conscious effort to take different routes to places and go in to different shops to see what I can find and discover. It is a magical city, however corny that sounds.

The event itself was fun as well. We did most of the work in the evenings, so turning up to set the rig up and then take it down after the live performances. I can honestly say that a) I’m very exhausted from doing nothing and b) skinheads are still some of the nicest, most fun-loving people I’ve ever met.

Anyway, I’m back in London now and I have a few days here before I head back down to work at Wildlife festival, and I’m actually getting payed this time around!!

Hope you’ve all had a wonderful weekend as well!

All the love,

The Great Escape ’16



What an amazing weekend!!

Festival season has started for little old me and I could not have asked for a better festival to kick it off with than The Great Escape. For those of you who don’t know, The Great Escape is a city showcase festival with loads of artist playing from like 12pm to 3am all around venues in all of Brighton. I was lucky enough to be a volunteer, and even though we are at the very bottom of the hierarchy I still had a blast, learned so much and made amazing friends and contacts!

I arrived on Wednesday and went to my friend Sofia’s to drop my bag and have a quick catchup with her before heading down to registration and briefing. When I was down there they asked if a few of us could stay and help finish a box of goody bags that needed doing, naive little me thought that it wouldn’t take that long and that one box shouldn’t be that much… Hours. It took us hours to get through that bloody box..

Thursday was the very first day of the actual festival so I went to sign in and then to the North Lain Brewhouse, or as I call it, work. There I met Tyler who was the Sound Engineer Volunteer and when we finally managed to get inside we met Symond (Venue Rep), Sam (Sound Engineer) and Jack (some other important role that I can not for the life of me remember!) One hour in to the day and our backline hasn’t turned up for soundcheck and there’s bands missing and everything just seems to be going mad and Symond hands me the radio and says “I have to pop away for a bit, I’ll be back, but you’re in charge.” Yeah, inside I was panicking, on the outside I was as calm as can be. It went ok though, nothing really happened. We finally got another backline and the show went on, a bit late, but we managed to catch up the time we lost. At the end of the night I was so knackered I just went home and went to sleep, tbh.

Friday was a good day. Another show day and two of my friends came around which was very fun, got to spend some time with my people whilst doing what I love! At the end of the night I was very keen on going out, because why not? I somehow ended up in a club with Jack (boss person who’s role I can’t remember) and his mates and we were dancing, there was jagerbombs going around and before I knew it I was walking home at 4am. Safe to say Brighton people know how to party! I thought my Spanish side could take it but the level of my hangover the next day was ridiculous..

Saturday morning I got to the venue and asked for water, loads and loads of water and tea and just kept myself hydrated all the time because I was dying! Not only from my hangover but from tiredness as well.. The day was long but I had Paige there so we had a nice chat and then I went off to see Mindofalion to another venue as well so I had a little break. Somehow I was very keen on going out again but when I was heading home no one was going out and as soon as I got in to bed I got the text of where people were at.. Yeah, very annoying.. So I stayed in bed and had a very long and nice sleep!

Sunday was epic. The festival itself was over on Saturday and so all the staff and volunteers got free drinks from 12 to 6pm and I can promise you, we made good use of them free drinks! I was meant to just pop down for one drink and say proper goodbyes to the peeps but instead I started drinking beer and going to the photobooth and dancing and all of the sudden I was getting the 10.44pm train home which was so slow and annoying and I didn’t get home/fall asleep until like 2am, which normally wouldn’t bother me, but I had an exam this morning, hehe..

Anyway, the festival was amazing, Brighton was amazing and everything this weekend has just been amazing and fun. I can honestly say that I’ve come back from Brighton a changed person, being more honest with myself about what I want in life and how I’m going to get there.

So here’s to next year TGE!