kitchen – Page 3 – Chelsea Munroe

I keep ending up against walls, in cubicles, and in Ubers I should have sat still in, then writing it all down because the mess photographs better than pretending I am well behaved.

I’m twenty-seven, London born, privately funded, publicly messy, still living with Sophie and Mia while I chase fame one confession, one hangover and one badly timed shag at a time.

Sophie hovers with a warning look, Mia is already mixing drinks in the kitchen, and I am halfway out the door collecting names, gossip and bad decisions for later tonight.

Dalston Kitchen At Someone’s Mate’s

Posted on September 4, 2020 by justchelsea

No one knew whose flat it was by 5am. There were fairy lights and a chopping board used as a tray. I made toast for a stranger.

Pre-Drinks Became The Main Event

Posted on July 8, 2020 by justchelsea

We never left the flat. Someone DJ’d off a phone. I snogged a boy against our own fridge. Cheap night. Expensive hangover.

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Dalston Kitchen At Someone’s Mate’s

Pre-Drinks Became The Main Event