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Today I bade farewell to the familiar surroundings of Lark Lane and ventured forth to my new home in darkest Kensington. For those of you not familiar with the various districts of Liverpool, Kensington L6 is pretty much the polar opposite of it's London namesake. It looks a little like a post-apocalyptic version of what I imagine rural Jamaica to look like. One good point is that I get a shitload of locks, bolts and alarms to keep me safe- the Aigburth abode was always a little lax when it came to matters of health and safety. One very, very good point is that gas and electricity are included in the (already cheap) rent- this means no bills through the door, which means no bills to be left unopened resulting in financial ruin at the end of the year. I know that I'll probably never find housemates as good as Gribsy and Hoop-la, and it pains me to think that I may never again know the simple joy of composing songs about Rick Waller in my dressing gown. Still, onwards and upwards, as they say.