While London may be overrated overcast this Easter, somewhere in the world there’s fit guys wearing bunnies ears having a pool party that shits all over your grubby chill out in Oval. So while you sit on the floor of a stranger’s flat, scooping out the last crumbs of plant food out of a plastic baggie, in a pair of battered poom-poom shorts, just think about what it would be like to party like this:

Where’s our invite?

Yes, there’s a high possiblity that they’re all arseholes, but don’t lie and say you don’t wanna be part of this clique:

That’s what you call fuckin’ living.

[Ears by Maor Luz]