Millie
In the spirit of starting, I put on my new shoes. I would later regret this when my heels were bleeding. I also put on my coat. You can see a bit of it. It am green.
Then, I shut and locked my door. Fella and I live at number 7. Behind the camera lies Flat 8, home to Johnny the Drunken Social Worker. He is nice and plays his music very loud.
Next, I got in the lift. I normally take the stairs, but I decided to take a photo of me taking a photo of me in the mirror in the lift. Then I realised I looked like shit, so I bottled it. This lift talks to you. Soon he will say "Ground Floor".
This is the outside of my block of flats. It looks nicer further up, but at this point my phone rang and photo-taking became trickier.
Next I walked along, still talking on the phone. I walked to the nearby shoppy street and went into WHSmiths to buy some envelopes. The phone and my embarrassment meant that I did not take good shop pictures.
Look at the blurry child. Is he stealing? No.
This is what the shoppy street looks like. It is quite full of the local nutters. Or Service Users as we now have to call them. No nutters are visible in this picture.
I am walking up a road. I am still on the phone.
I stop to show you all what my thumb now looks like, in the cold light of day. That's right, disgusting. I am no longer on the phone.
I have to go and see my boss's boss to tell her I am ok to go back to work tomorrow. Which is now today. She was visiting the Community Learning Disability Team, who are based above Kwik-Fit and Tesco Express. Nothing but the best for our Health Professionals.
I have seen her. I did not take her picture. I also did not accept the offer of a cup of tea and a chat. She is lovely. I am walking down another road. It runs parallel to the last one. Fact.
I have turned left and am nearly at the bus stop. I will be pausing here until the bus comes. The man at the bus stop stared at me the whole time.
Thank fuck the bus is here. I will sit far, far away from The Staring Man.
The Staring Man sits downstairs. I go upstairs. Result! The top deck is empty like a motherfucker.
Because I am a child I sit at the front. I do not pretend to drive, because there is a camera and the driver can see me.
Welcome to the Seven Dials area of Brighton. Cooper King has spent New Year somewhere around here.
This is the back of Brighton Station. And some of Brighton.
This is more of Brighton. It is hilly like a bitch.
Look! The front of Brighton Station. I could get off here and walk up the hill, but I am a lazy cunt, so I don't.
If you squint, you can see the sea at the end of this road.
I turn left though and get off the bus a stop early, because some young blokes are manhandling a lairy old tramp outside the sex shop and I want a photo. Unfortunately the bus took ages to get to the stop and they had all gone by the time I got off, so I didn't bother. Look! There goes my bus.
This is my friend's scary looking house. I spend half an hour on the doorstep because I am on the phone again and I don't want to be on the phone in someone else's house. That would be rude. I got a cold bum.
Here is my friend's living room. I like that painting, but not many people do. We drank wine until Fella came round to take me to another friend's house.
It is now dark and raining and I do not take any more photos until we get to the other friend's house. We have vegetable stew and more wine. I take no more photos, because my battery packed in. Bastard. Here is my friend's living room. She is a student.
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