IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR LAYERS. So I present to you three photos indicating said layers, in which I look like an idiot. (Featuring hair and make up, courtesy of walking up and down Liverpool's hills in gale force winds.)
these photos were taken in tilbury, essex. an essex just slightly different than portrayed on towie.
i'm going to go and make some important life decisions (i.e. whether to buy some new boots or not) over cold domino's, then start on my emily dickinson presentation for tuesday. student life is a cliché.
Instead of walking straight back to my accommodation I decided to go for a wander around bits of Liverpool I'd never been to before. Lots of deserted car parks, bombed out buildings, rubble and brick walls. The Tobacco Warehouse looked so beautiful in the late afternoon light. I noticed a hole in the wall (next to where I'm standing in the second photo, actually) and through it was the most delightful canal.
A nice little break from reading and responsibilities. Then I had a jacket potato with coleslaw for dinner.