House tour!
Without further ado, here’s the tour of my new house in Leeds!
Be warned, there’s 47 pictures under the link below. I compressed them as much as I could so you could still see the detail but not wait forever to see them, so enjoy! Also, don’t judge too harshly! It’s not a palace but living with friends is where the enjoyment comes from, much more so than having a great place.
Welcome to Harold Terrace! On your left you can see the taxi place…
And on your right, the beginning of the estates. See that black car over the road? That’s where my amazing neighbour works all day long. I’m amazed he wasn’t there when I took this; must’ve been the rain.
And here we are, number 68! Not really sure why half of the house is bricked in a different colour. It’s nicer inside, I promise. And yes, the width of our place is just from that door to the next one.
The entertainment area. Gamecube, TV (+ cable) and DVD player. See the Resident Evil box? I completed it yesterday, it took me 13 hours. I’m a slacker, but it scared me.
The DVD shelf. We combined all mine and Hayley’s movies for this. Mine suck, they consist of the 3 Lord of the Rings boxsets on the right through to the end of the shelf on the right. On the other hand, almost all of Hayley’s movies suck, whereas my emphasis is on quality not quantity. Yeah.
My awesome neon guitar clock that makes our house look like some kind of musical red light brothel at night. Note the overflowing fruit bowl, as filled by me.
Door to other rooms; my shoes.
Noticeboard at the foot of the stairs. My comics are on there (the little ones are called “ROCKY THE FUCKING HUGE EAGLE”, about, well, a fucking huge eagle. On the left are some bowling scores from when we all lost to Hayley. At the bottom is a note left by Hayley about the geographical origins of Robin Hood. Lee claims that Robin Hood was born in Sheffield and thus he was a Yorkshire lad, not a Nottingham one like me and Hayley agree (slightly biased, though).
The kitchen. The blind is broken so at the moment it’s down because to put it up we have to stand on the side and roll it manually.
View from the back door. Our yard is probably the nicest in the area.. ouch.
Microwave, Toaster, George Foreman, cooker, dirty plate..
My washing. We have a washing machine but no dryer so it has to hang up there until it gets cold enough to start using the central heating and the radiators.
The scary basement. You have to stand with your back to this when you wanna use the fridges at the top of the stairs.
Looks fun! My darkroom projector and stuff. The white box on the table is photographic paper. I’ve already printed and developed some photos in here at night.
Our meters are on the left, no idea why there’s traffic cones or a door in this little room in the basement.
My bike, and the washing machine.
Back to the relative comforts of the house! The stairs to the first floor.
The bathroom. The suitcase on the right has been there since we moved in, nobody can be bothered to move it.
Bathroom. We had to wait 4 days after we moved in to get that shower curtain, and it wasn’t even new. It has vaguely suggestive words on it like “steamy” and “hot”. All the cleaning products were supplied with the house, probably so if we don’t clean up, the landlord can say he provided us with the materials.
The stairs up to the Floor Of Awesomeness, aka mine and Annabel’s floor.
Weird attic thing that I vaguely want to explore. It’s high.
My awesome hat. I wore this when I got back from Spain and gave everyone little souvenirs. I had about 4 world maps in my old room just because I kept getting free ones.
My to-do list. I haven’t updated it in a while since the eraser isn’t very clean and I can’t scrub stuff off anymore. The “get a job!” has been up there for about 6 months..
My drawers, “vanity unit” mirror and wardrobe type thing. Those drawers are shit, they all stick and creak and shake everything.
My sweet leather jacket that I never actually wear but used as a “punk” costume for a 70s themed gig we went to that we had to “dress 70s” for.
My awesome shoe collection.
This is where I do my major work: pirating music and avoiding actual interaction.
My bed. I love it, it’s really low to the ground but I’ve never had a double bed before so it’s still a novelty. Note the psychedelic green rug which came with the room and gives it its only real colour (we’re not allowed to paint. Technically we’re not meant to have posters either, but fuck that noise.)
My badass Fugazi poster.
Skylight! .. which leaks onto the floor if I have it open during rain. Doh.
My noticeboard, made of 4 pieces of cork stuck to the wall. Classy. Those drawings, you ask? They’re diagrams my friends did of “Matt’s ideal girlfriend” (their idea to draw, I stress).
Lee’s drawing. Not sure where the “cafes” interest comes from. When he says “space” he means it like personal space, not stars and planets and shit.
Hayley’s drawing. The speech bubble on the right says “Hello, I’m aloof and like music that’s cool, not really cool, just individual”. Her name is Antigua.
Becca’s drawing. I was wearing a Ramones shirt the day these were drawn, that’s the only explanation for the constant references in the drawings.
Annabel’s drawing. She’s kinda cute!
My record player and vinyl collection. Those CDs on top of the turntable are free promos I got from my website.. I need to review them.
Where the magic happens. That’s the Death By Stereo logo, it’s awesome.
Books! I’m not doing an English degree for nothing. That stack of stuff at the right end is my zine collection, including half a year’s worth of Private Eye and a good few issues of Punk Planet, MRR, Last Hours, Heart Attack and others.
The infamous OBLIVION SWITCH, plus my wah-wah pedal and of course the ubiquitious Marshall amp.