The night we went to the Cockpit and Alex got 3 penalty points.

It's been an eventful day in Chestnut Avenue; new records, university and a certain Northern Irish lassie gaining a few old points on the driving license. 70mph in a 50 zone? Disgraceful. Well done Alex, well done.
We're all here apart from Laura who is currently at a house party with a stripper Oohhhh errrrrrr.
Chestnut Avenue's finest.

Lauren wears a Miss Selfridge dress, tights and a groovy pair of Topshop patent winklepickers. Necklace from a French flea market. How chic.

Alice wears: a Topshop body, Urban Outfitters skirt and Urban Outfitters necklace. Topped off with a pair of Office shoes. Trendy.

Alex wears: An All Saints t-shirt, a pair of Icelandic (REKJAVIC BABY!) leggings and the same groovy Topshop patent Winklepickers. Shame they don't fit Alice. Posh cow.

James wears: a pair of H&M (Prague based) jeans with a vintage checked shirt (from the RSPCA charity shop). Completing the outfit is a pair of Primark boxers. And a bottle of Carlsberg. Classy.

Dan, looking fly in all black, wears: his Hanley Castle school blazer, Burton's winklepickers, black Topman skinny jeans, and a Topman (faded to PMAN) black jumper. Hiding beneath the jumper is a neat Good Shoes tshirt. The pose above is the same nonchalant look that got him on the Cockpit poster. Cool.

Brendan (failing) wears: his mum's vintage checked shirt and old flowery duvet. Pathetic.

Now... off to get drunk. Hello Cockpit.

Stay gay, Chestnut Avenue xxx