The Girl That is Called Laura Waterworth

Where do I begin? Well lets start at the very beginning... its a very good place to start.

I thought I'd do a post all about my friend Laura Waterworth. The reason being, soon she is off to Uni... living the life of a student... away from home... drinking every night... catching STD's... rubbing yourself against random strangers... good times good times.

This girl, the last year, has made my life that little bit more amazing.

It was the September of 2007... the days when Pada Lounge was the place to be and Laura Davis was part of our lives... the days when everyone wore a H&M hoody and weekends where spent at 18th birthday parties... o the memories...

But little did Laura Waterworth know that her life would soon be changed forever. I still remember the first conversation I had with that slag they call Waterworth... we were sat in the library looking through books for our photography. I found a picture of a man lying face down on a bed with no trousers on (by David Hockney) and I told her that "this picture somes my life up in one", only thinking afterwards "I don't even know this girl, why did I just say that", but when I saw her laughing like a Santa Claus on happy gas I knew she was going to make my photography lessons much more enjoyable.

We've laughed and cried and argued and kissed and smoked and drank and puked and danced and have spoke to two guys from Norway (who wanted to know where the PART-AY was at) and even sat in my living room in "old men's jumpers eating pizza whilst watching Death Becomes Her. (Btw you still have my "old mans jumper"!!!!! you robbing little bastard!!!!!!)

Anyway Laura... all I can say is... don't go off to Uni... Stay in Wigan... Otherwise I may have to take a overdose, or cut myself, actually know, I love myself to much to do that. But please don't go... who needs a degree these days.

xxx