Flat hunting
I have no idea why I’m flat hunting 4/5 months in advance. All it means is I find a dead nice place that I need to live in and greet when I realise it’s already under offer and it will never be mine. Why do I do this to myself?
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Brogan. 21 years of age. Living in Glasgow, Scotland.
A few pints o' Stella, a shit load of Irn-Bru, swearing like a fucking trooper and numerous packets of Wotsits thrown into a mixing pot will make my day.
A third year Fine Art Photography student at the Glasgow School of Art. I'm confident, interesting, fun, caring and a complete fucking nutter.
I obsess over the small things in life, I have an unnatural sort of clichéd interest in light switches and plug sockets. I spend most of my time photographing that which I find weird and often wonderful, listening to way too much Nirvana and counting down the days until my beautiful girlfriend moves back up to Scotland and into our flat. Oh, and because of her I should probably add sap to the list of traits in the paragraph above.
