“Born to be wiiiiiiild!”
I wasn’t exactly rocking down the highway, but I certainly was looking for adventure, or whatever came my way.
The year was 2000 and something and the sun was shining. My flatmate, Lisa, aka The Dreadlock Princess, and I were riding our bikes back from the hardware store with tins of paint balanced in our baskets. What a great day to be alive.
Lisa had the idea to paint a sun, a rising sun no less, on the peak of our garage roof and when Lisa had an idea it changed the world.
Our little terrace house in Acton may not have been “inner city” but it certainly was a long way from Armidale, NSW. Lisa was the one who had the idea of setting up the sharehouse in the first place, and I was just lucky enough to stumble across it and Lisa a couple of days after I arrived in London.
It was pitch black outside when I arrived on the doorstep that winter evening. I was staying in a hostel in Earl’s Court and just knew I had to get out of there.