Birth of a Palace

The Paper Mache Towers experienced turbulent times. Relaxation was antonymous with Paper Mache and regular posts were difficult. It did not help that the internet was installed in the property only a week before we all (except Play Doh) left the premises.

Goliath made a come back, in fact his baby - Thumper. Goliath wasn't nimble enough to gnaw his way through those awkward angles what with his over sized hands and mouth. But Thumper was more able, he could gnaw through several layers of gaffer tape each night, manouvre around steel barracades, find his food and slip back through his new hole without being seen. He was a stealth master. Play Doh, I hope you two are getting along since we have left.

It is strange to look at rent comparasons in London. We are paying the same price with bills on top, but instead of 1 toilet bunker, we have two lovely lavs...

instead of having no living area, we have a huge lounge that goes out onto a private garden with a pond and a barbeque (we also have a communinal garden which backs onto Regents Canal).

Instead of a tiny kitchen where we have to eat and relax and hang out, we have a kitchen which is 4 times the size.... in fact I have plenty of time to think about life during my walk from the kitchen sink to the refrigerator.

Instead of an asshole landlord who turns up in your kitchen at 10pm on a Monday night to 'catch up', we have a lovely man who gets professionals, yes professionals to fix things whilst giving us privacy. The last time something needed to be fixed at Paper Mache we found our kitchen and Shower gutted for a whole week with no notice, and had to find friends with showers so our work places would open their doors to us each day.

Yes there are bound to be things I have missed, we have a new place... the palace - where neighbours have to decide if they take the porche or the lambo to work each day. Where we awake with birds and hang our washing out side. Where we grill our food in the sunshine, while we water the plants.

Stay tuned for our updated list of premium occupants, and our prestine gallery.

RTF

oh what a life

Its been a while since we blogged because life has been so crazy. 1st important news is that Camel has left and has been replaced by an equally amazing flat mate 'Happiness in a Box' she has really added to the flat with her funny accent and smelly food. We didn't have internet for ab out 3 weeks, thanks to Mr. Hilton, and his coworkers at the bag shop. Apparently they think we like kiddie porn and don't want to get arrested. Just to clarify, WE DON'T, and its a false accusation that we are unjustly suffering from. We will probably be leaving the paper mache tower in a month, if everything works out. Frenchi is already outta here on Wednesday so if anyone wants to share a room with 'Happiness in a Box' for a month feel free to contact us. Peace and Love M

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It's happened. The toilet has reached capacity. We don't know what going to happen, but we're def not going to stop doing our biz. Ging hunter has weird poo that doesn't want to go down so her turd will probably be floating in there until someone gets it out and disposes of it on the street.

The Poonami

Pay Doh (Vauxhall) went down to the bag shop yesterday. The bag shop is adjoined, a necessary business for supplying our internet. Mr Hilton our landlord has a way of making the most of resources. His meeting was followed with a knock shortly after... 'Is your toilet blocked, because there is a really bad smell emanating from our shop?'.

The poonami is creeping our shores.

It seems our over frozen pipes have created a dam, a blockage which even though thawed, needs unblocking fast! We need a plumber and electrician stat; before the the geysers errupt, the waves crash, and stairs and bags are drowned in creeping matter as we are heli-lifted to safety.

RTF

(of Poomache Castle)