EPISODE 6: Bringing Home the BaconEating crap because it’s cheap may not win my mother’s approval, but since chicken goujons came into my life I’ve never looked back. Would she rather I put homework after a nutritious meal? Or might I get by on cheesy ketchup pasta shells, or a fish finger sandwich also splashed in Heinz’s best, with time for education? Not to mention packet meals are a damn site less selfish for fridge space –especially with Room Number 5 on Tupperware takeover. Literally, plastic containers of all impractical shapes and sizes adorn the kitchen surfaces; at least my food receptacles are disposable – on occasion recyclable…Talking of Tupperware lover, she recently shed light on a new method of money making; be warned. Appazza, the selling of used and dirty underwear is immensely popular. What’s more, to our – as a flat – great horror, what you get up to in those knickers results in varying worth and wealth. Shocking, I know. I, however, found a much more immediate and fulfilling method.
Just the other day I went on a rampage about my room for a missing towel. Low and behold I found not only the towel under my bed but £140 wedged under one of the legs!! Most definitely THE best day of my student life. So, this evening I rekindle Netflix and my long lost bond with a pot of jam at hand, a teaspoon and can of rice pudding. The money – for shame – went straight down the persuasive plug hole of The East End Thrift Store, which I recommend to any bargain hunting hipster. Nevertheless, with a beautifully scored and romantically tantalizing story line about to unfold, together with tinned pud, surely I’ve hit gold? Shakespeare himself had a mind for meals… If music be the food of love then stick on a well accompanied movie and I’ll eat to the beat…
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