"I'm so excited" (Ooh la la!)
Today, Katherine's French housemate, Remi, seems to be in a very good mood. Earlier (when i think he didn't realise that I was in the house) he was jumping around and occasionally screaming (like a tennis player who's just hit a winner) and shouting "Fuck yeah!" I was too scared to emerge from Kathy's room for a while.
Last night I met up with Elizabeth, across the road from our old unit in our old street, Old Street. We met in a bar called Cocomo (that's where we wanna go to get away from it all).
I'm waiting in a bar.
I'm waiting, for a friend.
I sit alone i fidget and
My lovely drink I tend.
It's times like these I wish I smoked
So I'd look occupied.
But if I smoked it may be that
I'd already have died.
Fortunately, Elizabeth arrived at this point and I stopped writing my poem (hey, at least it rhymed). She returned to London a few weeks ago but has been busy jetting off to Milan to the achingly glamorous world of fashion. I am so happy for her; she is really giving the world a kick up the arse.
Another thing that makes me happy is that I won Connect Four against her, for the first time ever! We used to play at The Moon and she would always beat me and I would cry into my mango lassi and shoestring fries with double aioli. I bought her a travel Connect Four so that she can challenge whomever she likes in bars, aeroplanes, hotels, park benches, public toilets and cafes across the world, recreating that Moon magic. And unlike The Moon, no $10 deposit required! I do recommend travel Connect Four - those people at Milton Bradley have really outdone themselves with these travel-sized versions of popular boardgames. My Travel Scrabble (Executive Portfolio Edition) that Tanya bought me in the US has provided hours of entertainment, all of which can be packed up mid-game for commencement at a later date. What more could one ask for? (Maybe a list of 2-letter words.)
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Found
This weekend, Kathy and I mainly lurked around the East end of London (my old neighbourhood and her current one). We made a short trip west to pick up her new TV & DVD PLAYER (yay - Eastenders) and it was less traumatic than expected to carry these home on public transport. We caught the bus (due to the ubiquitous tube station closures for maintenance works) and went past such lovely London locations as Cheapside, Poultry Old Broad Street and the Famous Cock.
Much of the weekend was spent trawling the streets to find a table for Kathy's new TV. East London is a minefield of abandoned furniture, probably because of the high cost of wasted disposal in large cities. When I lived in Bethnal Green, my walk to the tube station was littered with chairs, car doors, desks, and so on. Once Elizabeth and I even found an abandoned piano on Brick Lane (upright, not grand). This weekend was not looking fruitful (except for a nice wooden folding chair, which we didn't take because we suspected it belonged to the angry-looking man in the nearby leather store) but on Saturday night a nice metal filing cabinet/office drawers combo appeared in Kathy's rubbish disposal area, right outside her living room window. These drawers are the perfect height for the TV and have the added advantage of storage. Other abandoned items included a black leather couch (gone by Sunday), mattresses, and a pair of large speakers and an oven. A chair and cupboards appeared the following day. Really, who needs Ikea? Previously, I had only seen this level of discarded furniture in Dea's street in Mt Lawley (fourth ave, I mean you) in Perth.
This weekend, Kathy and I mainly lurked around the East end of London (my old neighbourhood and her current one). We made a short trip west to pick up her new TV & DVD PLAYER (yay - Eastenders) and it was less traumatic than expected to carry these home on public transport. We caught the bus (due to the ubiquitous tube station closures for maintenance works) and went past such lovely London locations as Cheapside, Poultry Old Broad Street and the Famous Cock.
Much of the weekend was spent trawling the streets to find a table for Kathy's new TV. East London is a minefield of abandoned furniture, probably because of the high cost of wasted disposal in large cities. When I lived in Bethnal Green, my walk to the tube station was littered with chairs, car doors, desks, and so on. Once Elizabeth and I even found an abandoned piano on Brick Lane (upright, not grand). This weekend was not looking fruitful (except for a nice wooden folding chair, which we didn't take because we suspected it belonged to the angry-looking man in the nearby leather store) but on Saturday night a nice metal filing cabinet/office drawers combo appeared in Kathy's rubbish disposal area, right outside her living room window. These drawers are the perfect height for the TV and have the added advantage of storage. Other abandoned items included a black leather couch (gone by Sunday), mattresses, and a pair of large speakers and an oven. A chair and cupboards appeared the following day. Really, who needs Ikea? Previously, I had only seen this level of discarded furniture in Dea's street in Mt Lawley (fourth ave, I mean you) in Perth.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Over the past week I've done a lot more walking than my lazy body is accustomed to doing. So far I've visited Oxford St, Brighton, East London (well, I am staying with Kathy in Shoreditch), She-bu (Shepherd's Bush - but only to visit Danielle!) and that's all I've managed. I've been catching up with friends (the primary purpose of this trip) and have also managed to drink a bit (an essential part of my former London life).
You see, i don't really feel that anything can upstage the Hoff. So I'll just write some boring stuff about my trip.
I arrived in London on Monday afternoon,about 23 hours after boarding the plane in Perth. There was a malodorous, odious, obnoxious man in the seat in front of me. Let's call him Fucktard (or FT for short). I had spotted him earlier as we boarded and prayed that he would not be sitting near me. (Praying would possibly be more effective had I a deity to deliver the answers.) The FT was a real caricature of the annoying Aussie overseas. I felt that i might be being set up by some comedy TV show and kept expecting someone from The Chaser to pop up or a hidden video camera to be revealed. The FT insisted on sharing his vast experience of travel with anyone who would listen to him. I heard him talking about his taxi to the airport: "I had a Chinese taxi driver...1.3 BILLION people in China, would you believe it...well, I brought up the Faaaaay-lun Gong and Tienamen Square of course and he had no answer to that..." On the plane, he was sitting next to friends Kel and Bec. It was their first trip to Europe and Kel's first time on the plane. A rather receptive audience for FT. The entire Perth-Dubai leg of the flight he stayed awake, with a constant relay of stewards delivering drinks, all the while keeping up a running commentary on whatever in-flight entertainment he happened to be enjoying at the time. Fortunately, he somehow got up-graded to business class for the final leg of the trip (probably because he was too pissed to make it back to economy) so I had some sleep before landing at Heathrow.
I arrived in London on Monday afternoon,about 23 hours after boarding the plane in Perth. There was a malodorous, odious, obnoxious man in the seat in front of me. Let's call him Fucktard (or FT for short). I had spotted him earlier as we boarded and prayed that he would not be sitting near me. (Praying would possibly be more effective had I a deity to deliver the answers.) The FT was a real caricature of the annoying Aussie overseas. I felt that i might be being set up by some comedy TV show and kept expecting someone from The Chaser to pop up or a hidden video camera to be revealed. The FT insisted on sharing his vast experience of travel with anyone who would listen to him. I heard him talking about his taxi to the airport: "I had a Chinese taxi driver...1.3 BILLION people in China, would you believe it...well, I brought up the Faaaaay-lun Gong and Tienamen Square of course and he had no answer to that..." On the plane, he was sitting next to friends Kel and Bec. It was their first trip to Europe and Kel's first time on the plane. A rather receptive audience for FT. The entire Perth-Dubai leg of the flight he stayed awake, with a constant relay of stewards delivering drinks, all the while keeping up a running commentary on whatever in-flight entertainment he happened to be enjoying at the time. Fortunately, he somehow got up-graded to business class for the final leg of the trip (probably because he was too pissed to make it back to economy) so I had some sleep before landing at Heathrow.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Fuck Hoff...
Today I met...David Hasselhoff! It was the high point of my holiday to London so far. What am I saying? It was the high-point of my life so far. Kathy urged me to go along as she was working so could not fulfil her lifelong Hoff fantasy. I was about 100th in queue, part of an extremely enthusiastic crowd who chanted Hoff! Hoff! Hoff! when the man himself arrived. People around me were excitedly muttering stuff like, "He looks fantastic," and "I am so getting Hoff on this." Personally, I think he was a little on the orange side, with rather leathery skin. But i guess that's the Baywatch price you have to pay. The price that I had to pay was 13.98, for his autobiography. Hope it's worth it!
Today I met...David Hasselhoff! It was the high point of my holiday to London so far. What am I saying? It was the high-point of my life so far. Kathy urged me to go along as she was working so could not fulfil her lifelong Hoff fantasy. I was about 100th in queue, part of an extremely enthusiastic crowd who chanted Hoff! Hoff! Hoff! when the man himself arrived. People around me were excitedly muttering stuff like, "He looks fantastic," and "I am so getting Hoff on this." Personally, I think he was a little on the orange side, with rather leathery skin. But i guess that's the Baywatch price you have to pay. The price that I had to pay was 13.98, for his autobiography. Hope it's worth it!
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