So In feb we decided to head to the country for a birthday gathering. To avoid the usual East London bar crawl and final destination being a ditch we decided to leave it all behind and go fake it up in country bumpkin snob central. We got a sweet little cottage, kicked it with bottles of wine, good food, and some sweet views. The fresh air, lack of noise, and overwhelming head space was beneficial for all and gave birth to the "culture club" . Definition being a group of dis functional crafty dreamers with a hunger for pastures new.
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