Wow, so started off with a bang. Georgie was lucky enough to find us a flat 2minutes from our friends flat. It’s pretty small, but warm and stuff. My first day, our other flatmate informed us that the light in the bathroom was broken so I’ve been having romantic showers by candle light.
First impressions of the city is its shocking shop service. We went to a sandwich store this morning and the guy serving looked like he was about to top himself.
Him: *big sigh* “I suppose you want tomato then”
Me: “Yes please, also spinach?”
Him: *rolls eyes* “I’ve only got spinach falafel. And I don’t have any mozzarella, you can have normal cheese.”
Me: “Err.. right, that’ll be fine, thanks.”
I swear every shop is like that. No one working actually gives a crap about customers. Also, there is a lot of fat people in velvet tracksuits.
The girls had booked a cruise on the river Thames on a disco boat which was very funny. There was a hens night happening while we were on there, hence the inflatable penis in my photos. They ran out of white wine before we left the dock. The cruise went till about midnight, the top floor being the disco part. We danced to a wide range of 90s pub music, it was just like being back at the Tote in Upper Hutt. After that we headed back to another friends flat who lived above a liquor store. We were drinking in the lounge when sirens started going off. Everyone ignored it for a good long time, until a guy came running into the lounge to inform us a friend-who-shall-remain-nameless had fallen through the roof with her legs dangling into the liquor store and set the alarms off. I feel bad for giggling about it, but it was just so random.
On the way home, Georgie and I managed to break into the wrong apartment building and walked up 4 flights of stairs before we realised. I swear my key just… worked. I swear.
Today Georgie, our new South African flatmate and I went to Camden Town to wander round the markets. It was so awesome. I was like, oh YAY everyones punk and WEIRD. I fit in here. We saw a guy with the most amazing boobs. Everyone was multi-coloured hair and mohawks and spikes and zips.
There was food from all around the world, in big outdoor markets and cute little alleyways. It was stuff I’d never seen before, it all looked delicious apart from Curried Goat. Will definitely be heading back with more money and an empty stomach.
Because I am clever, you can click on these photos to make them bigger, yay.
AWesome. I’ll be visiting soon. Get an extra room, or couch or something so i dont have to stay at a hotel, k?
I hate to say it, but the fat people in the velvet track suits are almost definitely American tourists.
Looks like fun… you’ve got me thinking about leaving this tiny country now… ;)
What is up with fat people wearing tight clothing! Some huge heffers wear gstring bikinis over here, its DISGUSTING!
“I hate to say it, but the fat people in the velvet track suits are almost definitely American tourists.”
Ha ha, yes, because no one’s ever seen a chav attired like that.
Hope you’re having fun. I have heard rumors about the clerks. :/
I’m gutted! I didn’t get to see you before you left…hope your having fun, I’m gunna miss giving you shyte about your parking skills!
Hahahaha Zar. You should take photos and put them on facebook.
Hehe, I think the Velvet goers are indeed British. I have seen the offending attire on sale for 1quid in the bargain bins.
JJ: Luckily I’m not driving here :P You’ll have to make fun of Marcus instead
Sounds awesome. I love the pictures of all the buildings too.
i’m SOooooo jealous that you get to hang out with fat people in velvet track suits.