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VIDS

Me and Jess Grogan like starring in our own chick flicks.

LITTLE BEN

LONDON ROOMS

Angered by the faff of trying to rent a room in London, I wrote a song. 

LYRICS

London Rooms. 

London Rooms.

 

SE12 to W1.

Working out postcodes is so not fun.

 

Scrolling through the web. Looking for a room. 

They’re all just cupboards. You’d think I was a broom.

 

Calling landlords is like a puzzle.

They speak in riddles, please give them a muzzle.

 

You arrive for a viewing and the landlord's late.

You’re lucky you weren’t stabbed on the estate.

 

Your dream of a London hideaway, 

wasn’t above a Chinese takeaway.

    

The pictures online of a spacious double,

turns out to be a crack den hovel.

 

You can’t trust this town for a place to stay, 

Can I sleep on your couch Theresa May?

 

Hear neighbours pee through paper thin walls?

Living with Mum ain’t so bad after all.

The HOLLY DIET

Umbrella Luck

THROW SOME SHADE

Bananarama

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