Well, since the last update, which was when I was missing the football (Chelsea won, by the way. 2-1 to them, some beautiful football played, and a punch up at the end. everything you would want, really. And I was at work.) I have travelled to far off lands, new and scary destinations... well, that is to say, I went to London.
First off, I didn't get home from work that night until after 2 Monday morning. Was very tired after spending much of the shift throwing
scallys out of the cinema. Little shits. How does someone become a
scally? Do their parents take them to
JJB sports when they have just learned to walk and tell them to pick out the most horrid grey tracksuit they can find? They should be wiped from the face of the earth. Or sent somewhere like Milton Keynes, where no sane person would dream of going.
Then, upon rising around mid-day on Monday, I hopped into a rental car and a few of us drove (well, I didn't drive of course, seeing as I don't have a licence) down south to merry old London.
Now, I have never been to London, and before this trip I would often say I didn't really fancy going as it was just a really big city, much like the rest and, sure, haven't I seen most of it already on the telly? But I was wrong.
Very Wrong.
London is AMAZING!!!! Its got all these big buildings, with lots of stuff, and it just looked so... big and.... brilliant! And the subway? It's like off the telly!!
We didn't really have time for sight seeing as the purpose of the trip was to see some bloke called Tom
McCrae singing in this really cool bar called Cargo, but because we got a trifle lost after being in London for about 3 minutes, we abandoned the car somewhere in
Tottenham (that's north London for all you who haven't been. I have.) and took the subway to Oxford Circus, and then to other places that I don't know the name of, but we did see the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben! Like off the telly!! Crazy.
The gig was good, although 2 bottles of beer cost me about £10. London isn't the friendliest place to the pocket.
Anyway, back to the car alright, back home by 4
Tuesday morning. Up and to work for 12 noon, then a mighty 11 hour shift takes me up to... now. Back in at 9.30 tomorrow morning. Until 10 tomorrow night. Oh well. We'll always have London...