It's going to be a war. Because if not, then there is an inevitable end of the world. The reason of this post is not a letter from the council (however it could still remain on the list) but first of all is a mood sneaking around from chimneys. In 80's people called in a famous London's fog, we all now that it's only a melancholic spring waking us every morning with the same cruelty.
The guy I live with has already started to gather a backup of food for the next five years (that's an average duration of every war unless we mention Balkans), leaving the kitchen surrounded by cans. Another war theme turned up in our house quite unexpected: it just started to be surprisingly cold. Freezing. So we mostly stay in beds- anybody who ever watched even one episode of 'Allo allo!' can immediately recall Rene's mother-in-law.
In the end, there's a party weekend awaiting. Never was a fan of a screamy dark make-up. But maybe there's a time for a war paint?
Talking about weekend, a little reminder that today is a Balkan party at Kokolo, and several memory pictures from Jamboree.
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