Today is Friday, and it's been an odd one—you know those days where you drink 4 cups of tea in a morning, join the Pret cult and spend an afternoon hanging out with a band named after sweets.
Yeah one of those days.
The morning started as all do, cuppa, cereal and slowly trying to reach somewhere whilst I try to drown out constant traffic noises with my jazz collection. At the office, it's almost time to hand over the spreads to repro, so there wasn't much work for me to do other than cut outs for the spreads.
Lunchtime soon came around and I decided I'd venture again into Borough market to get myself some lunch as I had run out of sandwich stuff and was a hungry boy. After looking for a cashpoint that didn't have a massive que for about 15 minutes, I gave up and looked for somewhere I could pay on card.
I also found this beautiful sign.
After looking around for a while, I became aware of the terrifying truth—if I want to eat, I have to join the cult; THE PRET CULT. This is how they get you, they look for busy people that don't have constant amounts of cash on them and enjoy feeling that their fast food is better than other fast food brands. Not really but I though I should try it as I have slated it only the other day.
So here is my 'professional' review of my Pret A Manger experience: (in breif)
Coffee is pretty good, food is mediocre, I must report to my cult master.
Now we jump to the afternoon!
Photo umbrellas and long hair.
This was my afternoon, helping out on a cover shoot with Mark; Helping out on a shoot with the Palma Violets! Holy crap son I was pretty starstruck. To add to it, as I looked around I could see that they had the same XOYO stamp on their hand as me. Meaning that not only did I spend my afternoon with them, but it's also very possible I partied with them last night. London is crazy.
Also, the guys are really rather nice—and chilli has a fecking great suit.
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