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minervasoloLondon.
erhaps it's just going with a mate, but London is much less daunting. As long as I'm with someone with a map. Who understands tubes. And isn't afriad of accents.
People say London is cosmapolitan. Never realised quite how much so til yesterday. Woo. Suddenly England feels like the racially tolerant country we claim it to be. It's not, really, but it's a lot more tolerant than many other countries.
Sherlock Holmes museum is great. And fit guy dressed as Policeman has to open door, since it only opens form the inside. There's not many museums where they open hte door for you - it's a nice experience. And there was a wonderful letter that began "Dear Mr Dead Holmes, Don't think i'm stupid, I know you're six feet under and can't read this. I'm only writing this letter to you because my teacher is making me."
Trains make me sleepy. The London undeground is bizarrely soothing, at least if you're sitting down, and both Roz and I almost fell asleep on the way home. I recommend trains for insomniacs.
Being with Roz is good for my ego. It really shouldn't be: she's really pretty, thin, talented, intelligent... i ought to feel like a useless lump, but shes also very nice, and says things like "You're so curvy, i wish i was". So now I fell all curvy and happy ^_^
School on monday. SO, Amount done on IT coursework: nada (and it's due in on Friday). Amount done of Psych coursework: nada. amount of set texts read for Eglish: nada.
I'm off to prevaricate, and go to gford to hand in entires to short story competition. ta-ta
erhaps it's just going with a mate, but London is much less daunting. As long as I'm with someone with a map. Who understands tubes. And isn't afriad of accents.
People say London is cosmapolitan. Never realised quite how much so til yesterday. Woo. Suddenly England feels like the racially tolerant country we claim it to be. It's not, really, but it's a lot more tolerant than many other countries.
Sherlock Holmes museum is great. And fit guy dressed as Policeman has to open door, since it only opens form the inside. There's not many museums where they open hte door for you - it's a nice experience. And there was a wonderful letter that began "Dear Mr Dead Holmes, Don't think i'm stupid, I know you're six feet under and can't read this. I'm only writing this letter to you because my teacher is making me."
Trains make me sleepy. The London undeground is bizarrely soothing, at least if you're sitting down, and both Roz and I almost fell asleep on the way home. I recommend trains for insomniacs.
Being with Roz is good for my ego. It really shouldn't be: she's really pretty, thin, talented, intelligent... i ought to feel like a useless lump, but shes also very nice, and says things like "You're so curvy, i wish i was". So now I fell all curvy and happy ^_^
School on monday. SO, Amount done on IT coursework: nada (and it's due in on Friday). Amount done of Psych coursework: nada. amount of set texts read for Eglish: nada.
I'm off to prevaricate, and go to gford to hand in entires to short story competition. ta-ta
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Date: 6/9/03 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 6/9/03 03:50 pm (UTC)I live in Hornsey, North London - which is butting onto Crouch End, which is A Posh Place.
Thinking of me only counts if I'm naked. :D
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Date: 6/9/03 04:08 pm (UTC)Methinks your place would have been rather out of our way, but with my geography skills for all I know we walked past it several times.
Thinkings of you only counts if you're naked? I'll bear that in mind in future ^_^
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Date: 7/9/03 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 7/9/03 04:04 am (UTC)You have to visit me next time you're here, that's an order.
YAY. I'm naked now...and very very very drugged.