Lauren Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So yeah, whore—complicated, messy, real. Pretty, pretty good mess, if ya ask me. Makes me rant, laugh, fume—all at once! Next time you hear it, think twice—there’s a human there, not a cartoon. Now I’m off—coffee’s callin’!

On permanent exploration of places, pubs, people and new music.

After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

Crouch End Festival Chorus: An open mind and flexible sound