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...
6 comments:
liked london did you, dear brother? good. i'm glad.
i don't. 's a horrible place full of expensive beers and too many roads. i spent 2 weeks there kipping on mr jimmy wright's couch in a flat full of arsey theatre types when i went for my japan interview. no money and nothing to do all day except wander.
saw someone get stabbed in brixton iceland though, just like the telly!
London is overrated. After one year I realised that the only place to go is Eden on Earth. North Down
I've been back to London several times after the aforementioned two weeks. usually late for some kind of elusive transportation and/or standing strapped to a heavy backpack, standing in the rain.
London? - don't have a real football team down there - but Blackburn, now there's a great team, just coming a close second to the mighty Wigan
simon, why exactly are you posting comments under the anonymous title on your own blog? Unless it's not you ... then won't my face be red! Better post this as anonymous just in case.
Strange but true
In London you are never more than 6 metres away from a rat.
In Manchester you are never more than 2 metres away from food poisoning.
In Omagh you are always more than 60 miles away from electricity.
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