LONDON 2007
2nd March:
Went to see Snowman play live for a shitty MTV thing. They were tops as always, and Garf even tried it on with Olga. At least it looked that way.
3rd March:
My farewell/early birthday Do. Goes down magically. I recall drunken swimming, premixed bottle of Jack, Erins red wine mis-haps, Cassie, Amy and some other randoms. And Annalisse going fucking nut-ass shit balls out of her mind and storming off, keying the hood of my goddamn car while she's at it. Apparently shes jealous of the fact i keep decent female company *winks to Gem and Ez*. Head to the airport hungover and numb,
4th March:
This trip is more for my peace of mind than anything else. I need to lose myself in order to find out who i am. Thank you Jus foir leading me here.
5th March: Jules' 22nd Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME! Ok, so not quite. The time zones are still playing silly fuckers with my head. Currently sitting in the sterile minimalist design confines of Bangkok Airport with some fanfare type muzak eminating from somewhere above me.
5th March Continued:
The flight was a strange experience, the lack of natural light really did my head in. Shared the trip with a south african Englishman and a lanky Irishman, not very talkative fellows. The hour refulling stop was spent stretching my legs. And the remaining 12 hours of the flight was spent alternating between 'The God Delusion', iPod, sleeps and about a thousand meals. Had the pleasure of a beautiful stewardess. English nontheless.
I beat Helen to the airport, hung around in Starbucks *Note: theres one on EVERY corner*. Found Helen, and we settled in Surbiton for breakfast. Made Jammy Fingers with Sammy and talked about his toy monkey called Dog! Slept the rest of the day away, headed to Covent Garden for a Birthday Dinner with Kirsty, Jackie and Lexy. The Tube seemed intimidating but was brillant once i got the hang of it. . Covent Garden is wonderful, while i was waiting for Kirst i took in some street theatre, violinists, magicians and walked the cobblestoned Piazza.
Met the girls and headed to the nearest pub for a few glasses of red. Great to catch up, cant wait for our Paris trip.
6th March:
DREAM: from last night - Me & Nicole Stringfellow ascending down peoples backyards that connected one another by jumping from fence to fence and using their trampolines to launch ourselves. I kept jumping higher everytime and it felt like flying. My body kepy trying to float sideways and one the last jump i jumped so high i flew for a moment then landed at the bottom on my feet. Kathy from next door was there and said i should have taped it but then changed her mind saying i was a naughty boy.
Saw Dunham, Garfs and Kirsty and i told them i had a PC. Garf made a joke and started singing a song about a portable computer dog. Dunham says - 'if the bitch plays up, just hit ALT F1'.
I wake up giggling.
Fell back to sleep and dreamt Gem & I were making out in what looked like my parents room. I kept getting interupted by things, like a lamp fuse burning or hearing my name being called, and i stupidly respond by getting up and investigating, rather than enjoying the 'task' at hand. Annalisse was stalking me and Gem. She was carrying a giant paintbrush and demanding to know wether we'd broken up. I ran downstairs which turned into a pub, i shouted to Wes, (who didnt seem to mind i was making out with his girl)and Atlee and Burton that i was being stalked. Someone throws me a key and i army crawl along the floor.
I dont remember if i had pants on or not...
6th March continued:
Shit, do my feet hurt. Started at Oxford Circus, strolled down Regent street, went to the Apple Store, Hamleys and Picadilly. Then Leciester Square. This whole area is a cinema/theatre nuthouse. Kept wandering and ended up stumbling across Trafalgar Square, which still hasn't lost that WOWness to me since i was last here in 98. Sitting on the stairs with the Lions and the breeze from the Thames was a very 'sigh' perfecto momento.
Big Ben caught my eye and reached him at midday, perfect timing. That led me to the London Eye. Joined by a few families and a plain looking englishman with an uber hot girlfriend. She sounded american but overheard she was from Norway. So the myths are true...
Did the Queens Walk along South Bank. The walk is amazing. Runners tuned into their iPods, couples kissing by the river, two guys doing Parkour, being watched by a cute-as-all-hell group of Italian girls. I know this because -
Me: 'Where abouts you guys from then eh?'
Cute girl with Red Glasses: 'Italia....the BEST! *giggles*
Under one of the bridge arches was a little skate bowl area, dripping with semi decent graffitti, one of the murals looked like Gorillaz style, done by Banksy. Found the Tate Modern. Fucking awesome place.
Note: an Art Gallery is a top spot for picking up girls. Not that i had much luck though. Quick dry wit doesn't work when you realise the other person can't speak the same language as you!
'Damn you half-Japanese girls, you do it to me every time' - Weezer
Checked out a piece by Gilbert and George on London Bombs, then headed to London Bridge (sorry Fergie, i dont see the fuss). Made my way back to London Bridge tube stop and met a fellow Aussie gal from Wagga.
7th March:
Head was a bit fuzzy this morning, headed to Soho area. Carnaby St is a shoppers paradise. Loved it. Found so many styles of Cons, tempted but i abstained. Went down Broadwick St and found the infamous Agent Provocateur store. Had organic lunch at LEON's and people watched.
Decided to go catch a movie so i started back towards Leicester Square. Was stopped by two Japanese girls asking directions. Spent 10 minutes trying to explain i too was a visitor and had no clue.
Got tickets for The Fountain, had a few hours to kill so checked out the FACES OF FASHION exibition at the National Portrait Gallery.
The film was everything i expected and more, i adored it. Very moving and it touched on a lot of issues close to my heart. The ending was intense. Came home
to check tickets for Electric Six, but sold out. So my brain was going PARTY PARTY DO SOMETHING, but my body was drained.
8th March:
Had an easy easy morning, strolling Hampton Court Gardens. Came home and slept the day away as the jet lag came back full force. Headed to Tottenham Court Road to meet Kirsty for dinner. Found a semi-decent Italian joing and had a huuuuge catchup.We went back to Agent Provocateur but Dang it was closed. Strolled Regent Street then saw her off at Picadilly. Spent a while in Virgin megastore listening to the Horrors.
9th March:
Was up bright and early, me & Helen went to Notting Hill/Portobello Rd Markets. Met a few of her kooky workmates, including the gorgeous Maria, in the Lazy Daisy Cafe. Had this insanely sweet concrete porridge, then headed for the markets. Got lost in the vibe, a smile creeped its way onto my face 'Dont Think Twice, its Alright' by Dylan was in my head. Found plenty of cute stores, and vintage record shops. Had lunch at UNCLE's cafe, huge steak sandwich and a Jack & coke. Said farewell to Maria and headed to National Photographers Gallery with Helen. Had great work, by Fiona Tan. That night had drinks in The Crooked Surgeon with Kirsty. Discussed trans-continental sex dreams. Saw Monty Pythons Spamalot! Hilarious!!!
10th March:
Helen, Simon, Sammy and I headed for breakfast and a stroll in a huge park/esate. Andrew came over for beer & bacon sarnie - the Saturday tradition. That night me and my cuz Jo hit the pubs in Epsom. First up was the WetherSpoon. Where some girl was having a 'schoolgirl' themed birthday party. Ahh fate. I saw one of the girls at the bar had a Spiderman lunchbox and i was making the Spidey spin web thingy with my hands, you know the one that looks like the devil rocknroll sign?! Anyways, i think she thought i was telling her i either wanted to go down on her, or to piss off. Either way, bad move. Moving on! Hit a few other joings, then me & Jo got dodgy burgers from Epsom Grill and crashed out.
11 March:
Got locked outta Jo's apartment by her husband Cliff, haha idiot. Andrew had to come and break us back in. Took Jacob, her kid, swimming, then that night saw The Number 23. Was ok.
12th March:
Another quiet day in Epsom, spend the majority of the day in Starbucks only due to super hot Brit girl behind counter. The coffee tasted like shit, but she proved a good reason to keep ordering. Smart marketing if you ask me! Found Dita Von Teese's book in Waterstones, which you cant get back home, score!
Had dinner with Andrew and Barbara and my cuz Jon and his family that night.
13th March:
Before heading to Bournemoth to see my Nan, i stopped by the Starbucks again, to ask out the Brit girl.
Me - Would you like to go for a drink on your break?
Brit Girl - I don't get a break today
Well played, i have to admit. Better than just saying no. Though she did smile and laugh, so i hope i made her day at least.
Headed to see my Nan and stay the night
14th March:
Back at Helen and Simon's. Spent majority of day on trains. Waited for Kirsty at Trafalgar Sqaure watching the sunset. We got London Eye tickets, had dinner at a noodle bar, and discussed premontions and fortune cookies. We went on the Eye at night, amazing view.Then headed to HA! HA! Bar at Embankment, shot the shit over a Cosmopolitan and a pint of Lynchburg Lemonade, which consisted of JD, Contreau, Vodka, and lemonade.
15th March:
Checked out the Kylie exibition at the V&A at Kensington South, loads of costumes, photos and props, loved it. Hand lunch back at Liecester Square, where they were setting up for the premiere of 300 at the VUE. Took care of my Euros and passport shit then met Lou and Dave at the Crooked Surgeon. Lou and I played some dodg' pool, then we all went to Edgware Road for dinner at a sketchy lebanese joint. Drank Arabic Coke, smoked plenty of Apple shisha, then went drinking at Lloyds bar on Fullham Broadway (few minutes walk from Kirstys apartment). Drank some Evil Pimms and talked shit.
PARIS 2007
16th March:
Early to Waterloo for Eurostar depature to Paris, the girls are late. Kirsty forgot her passport so me and Jack had to go and leave her on the next trip! Caught up with Jack through the Chanel Tunnel, high point was having Untitled 4 by Sigur Ros peak as coming out of the tunnel into the foggy wine fields of France. Waited around for Kirsty, found our brillatnt Hostel then headed for a walk to the Eiffel Tower, went on a river cruise across the Seinne. Had Italian for dinner then went up the Eiffel Tower that night to Level 2. Jaw droppingly gorgeous. Slept well that night. Shared our cabin with Andrew from Ohio and two Canadian gals, Lindsay and a gal with purple glasses just like Kates.
17th March:
Visited the town of MontMarte, a giant church on the hill, beautful view of the city skyline. Walked the streets of Champs DEylsees, and up to the Arc d'Triumph. Then headed out to the palace at Versailles, where Marie Antoinette lived. Walked around the palace gardens, a photo could never do it justice. Had french McDonalds. Had myself a Royale wit Cheese, and mayo on my fries.
NOTE: Do they still call them French Fries in France? Or are they just fries.
That night went to the Moulin Rouge in the red light district. Funny area, very dodg'. Waited in line for ages, felt like a window display, but so worth it,. Giant layout of tables with cute red lanterns, the show was cool, with funny comedy bits in between. Daancers were gorgeous. Had a good view down front in middle. Complimentary champagne. J & K looked fucking gorgeous. We checked out a sex shop on the way home called Sexy Store, how appropriate! Jackie was quite curious about Sumo Lesbians 2.
18th March:
Cafe brunch at Notre Dame, checked out the church. Walked over to the Louvre and spent the rest of the day walking around getting lost. Laying my eyes upon the Mona Lisa was one of the greatest moments of my life. Even in a crowded gallery hall, i felt like it was just me and her and we were sharing a secret.
All in all Paris is full of gypsies, buskers, rude spitting people, lots of dogs, the Metro is ridiciously cheap and Sortie means EXIT! Jacks foot was playing up and they were walking like the old women's hobbling race club. Crazy metro staff shouting instructions to me, coz you know, louder means i will understand better?! Highlights - speaking in pretensious Monty Python french - 'haugh, haugh, haugh you stooopid americaaaaaans. I du no' knooooow'
Shared a seat with French Pooh on the way home.
19th March:
Had breakfast at Puccinos with Helen and lil Sammy. Snow showers at Camden Markets. Huge punk scene. Pint o Stella and hot chips for lunch and got my first tatt done. A welsh design lion on my left shoulder. Full black. Beautiful. I shall call him Mick for now, after my grandad. Till i find a stupider funnier name. Got it done at a place called Chrome. Cute lil brit chick said 'if a pussy ass like me can handle it youll be right'. I offered her a ride home in my suitcase!
Had dinner at Andrew & Barbaras that night, watched the Chealsa Spurs match and nodded off.
20th March:
Chilled out with Helen today reading the fashion mags (she's a designer for M&S) watched some music vids, sorted out my cash. Went shopping and had hot choc at a place called Natural.
Had farewell dinner with Kirsty at WhetherSpoons in Liecester Square. Busy, premier of I want Candy was on. Easy fun night, strolled HMV and Virgin checking out books and last minute gift ideas. Said a temporary farewell to Kirsty. Goodnight, not goodbye my friend, heed your own advice.
DREAM: At an airport, all my friends from back home are there and angry at me, keep chasing me. I remember something vauge about Woody Allen
21st March:
Had no idea what to do with myself. Headed to Marble Arch, yawn! Wandered down Bond street and came across Selfridges, THE greatest retail store known to man.
22nd March:
At Bangkok again, deja vu. Things coming full circle and what not. Not long to go now and home again. Depressing. I REALLY do not want to go back, if it wasn't for friends and family id be long gone.
Had the pleasure of a oh-so-cute, english gal next to me on the flight, i even gave up my window seat to her. Had a great easy conversation, loved her accent. Her name was Vicky, from Bradford, going to Brisbane to work with horses on her families farm.
23rd March:
9:30pm, home finally. What a crazy fucking whirlwind. Where is my Mind by the Pixies are currently playing on my iTunes. Very suitable i say. Really upset to say Vicky never came back on the flight after refulling. Not sure if she transferred or got lost!? Either way, i was planning to give her my number, just a bit too late i suppose. But there is the whole point of my trip in a nutshell. Life's too short, dont wait.
2nd March:
Went to see Snowman play live for a shitty MTV thing. They were tops as always, and Garf even tried it on with Olga. At least it looked that way.
3rd March:
My farewell/early birthday Do. Goes down magically. I recall drunken swimming, premixed bottle of Jack, Erins red wine mis-haps, Cassie, Amy and some other randoms. And Annalisse going fucking nut-ass shit balls out of her mind and storming off, keying the hood of my goddamn car while she's at it. Apparently shes jealous of the fact i keep decent female company *winks to Gem and Ez*. Head to the airport hungover and numb,
4th March:
This trip is more for my peace of mind than anything else. I need to lose myself in order to find out who i am. Thank you Jus foir leading me here.
5th March: Jules' 22nd Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME! Ok, so not quite. The time zones are still playing silly fuckers with my head. Currently sitting in the sterile minimalist design confines of Bangkok Airport with some fanfare type muzak eminating from somewhere above me.
5th March Continued:
The flight was a strange experience, the lack of natural light really did my head in. Shared the trip with a south african Englishman and a lanky Irishman, not very talkative fellows. The hour refulling stop was spent stretching my legs. And the remaining 12 hours of the flight was spent alternating between 'The God Delusion', iPod, sleeps and about a thousand meals. Had the pleasure of a beautiful stewardess. English nontheless.
I beat Helen to the airport, hung around in Starbucks *Note: theres one on EVERY corner*. Found Helen, and we settled in Surbiton for breakfast. Made Jammy Fingers with Sammy and talked about his toy monkey called Dog! Slept the rest of the day away, headed to Covent Garden for a Birthday Dinner with Kirsty, Jackie and Lexy. The Tube seemed intimidating but was brillant once i got the hang of it. . Covent Garden is wonderful, while i was waiting for Kirst i took in some street theatre, violinists, magicians and walked the cobblestoned Piazza.
Met the girls and headed to the nearest pub for a few glasses of red. Great to catch up, cant wait for our Paris trip.
6th March:
DREAM: from last night - Me & Nicole Stringfellow ascending down peoples backyards that connected one another by jumping from fence to fence and using their trampolines to launch ourselves. I kept jumping higher everytime and it felt like flying. My body kepy trying to float sideways and one the last jump i jumped so high i flew for a moment then landed at the bottom on my feet. Kathy from next door was there and said i should have taped it but then changed her mind saying i was a naughty boy.
Saw Dunham, Garfs and Kirsty and i told them i had a PC. Garf made a joke and started singing a song about a portable computer dog. Dunham says - 'if the bitch plays up, just hit ALT F1'.
I wake up giggling.
Fell back to sleep and dreamt Gem & I were making out in what looked like my parents room. I kept getting interupted by things, like a lamp fuse burning or hearing my name being called, and i stupidly respond by getting up and investigating, rather than enjoying the 'task' at hand. Annalisse was stalking me and Gem. She was carrying a giant paintbrush and demanding to know wether we'd broken up. I ran downstairs which turned into a pub, i shouted to Wes, (who didnt seem to mind i was making out with his girl)and Atlee and Burton that i was being stalked. Someone throws me a key and i army crawl along the floor.
I dont remember if i had pants on or not...
6th March continued:
Shit, do my feet hurt. Started at Oxford Circus, strolled down Regent street, went to the Apple Store, Hamleys and Picadilly. Then Leciester Square. This whole area is a cinema/theatre nuthouse. Kept wandering and ended up stumbling across Trafalgar Square, which still hasn't lost that WOWness to me since i was last here in 98. Sitting on the stairs with the Lions and the breeze from the Thames was a very 'sigh' perfecto momento.
Big Ben caught my eye and reached him at midday, perfect timing. That led me to the London Eye. Joined by a few families and a plain looking englishman with an uber hot girlfriend. She sounded american but overheard she was from Norway. So the myths are true...
Did the Queens Walk along South Bank. The walk is amazing. Runners tuned into their iPods, couples kissing by the river, two guys doing Parkour, being watched by a cute-as-all-hell group of Italian girls. I know this because -
Me: 'Where abouts you guys from then eh?'
Cute girl with Red Glasses: 'Italia....the BEST! *giggles*
Under one of the bridge arches was a little skate bowl area, dripping with semi decent graffitti, one of the murals looked like Gorillaz style, done by Banksy. Found the Tate Modern. Fucking awesome place.
Note: an Art Gallery is a top spot for picking up girls. Not that i had much luck though. Quick dry wit doesn't work when you realise the other person can't speak the same language as you!
'Damn you half-Japanese girls, you do it to me every time' - Weezer
Checked out a piece by Gilbert and George on London Bombs, then headed to London Bridge (sorry Fergie, i dont see the fuss). Made my way back to London Bridge tube stop and met a fellow Aussie gal from Wagga.
7th March:
Head was a bit fuzzy this morning, headed to Soho area. Carnaby St is a shoppers paradise. Loved it. Found so many styles of Cons, tempted but i abstained. Went down Broadwick St and found the infamous Agent Provocateur store. Had organic lunch at LEON's and people watched.
Decided to go catch a movie so i started back towards Leicester Square. Was stopped by two Japanese girls asking directions. Spent 10 minutes trying to explain i too was a visitor and had no clue.
Got tickets for The Fountain, had a few hours to kill so checked out the FACES OF FASHION exibition at the National Portrait Gallery.
The film was everything i expected and more, i adored it. Very moving and it touched on a lot of issues close to my heart. The ending was intense. Came home
to check tickets for Electric Six, but sold out. So my brain was going PARTY PARTY DO SOMETHING, but my body was drained.
8th March:
Had an easy easy morning, strolling Hampton Court Gardens. Came home and slept the day away as the jet lag came back full force. Headed to Tottenham Court Road to meet Kirsty for dinner. Found a semi-decent Italian joing and had a huuuuge catchup.We went back to Agent Provocateur but Dang it was closed. Strolled Regent Street then saw her off at Picadilly. Spent a while in Virgin megastore listening to the Horrors.
9th March:
Was up bright and early, me & Helen went to Notting Hill/Portobello Rd Markets. Met a few of her kooky workmates, including the gorgeous Maria, in the Lazy Daisy Cafe. Had this insanely sweet concrete porridge, then headed for the markets. Got lost in the vibe, a smile creeped its way onto my face 'Dont Think Twice, its Alright' by Dylan was in my head. Found plenty of cute stores, and vintage record shops. Had lunch at UNCLE's cafe, huge steak sandwich and a Jack & coke. Said farewell to Maria and headed to National Photographers Gallery with Helen. Had great work, by Fiona Tan. That night had drinks in The Crooked Surgeon with Kirsty. Discussed trans-continental sex dreams. Saw Monty Pythons Spamalot! Hilarious!!!
10th March:
Helen, Simon, Sammy and I headed for breakfast and a stroll in a huge park/esate. Andrew came over for beer & bacon sarnie - the Saturday tradition. That night me and my cuz Jo hit the pubs in Epsom. First up was the WetherSpoon. Where some girl was having a 'schoolgirl' themed birthday party. Ahh fate. I saw one of the girls at the bar had a Spiderman lunchbox and i was making the Spidey spin web thingy with my hands, you know the one that looks like the devil rocknroll sign?! Anyways, i think she thought i was telling her i either wanted to go down on her, or to piss off. Either way, bad move. Moving on! Hit a few other joings, then me & Jo got dodgy burgers from Epsom Grill and crashed out.
11 March:
Got locked outta Jo's apartment by her husband Cliff, haha idiot. Andrew had to come and break us back in. Took Jacob, her kid, swimming, then that night saw The Number 23. Was ok.
12th March:
Another quiet day in Epsom, spend the majority of the day in Starbucks only due to super hot Brit girl behind counter. The coffee tasted like shit, but she proved a good reason to keep ordering. Smart marketing if you ask me! Found Dita Von Teese's book in Waterstones, which you cant get back home, score!
Had dinner with Andrew and Barbara and my cuz Jon and his family that night.
13th March:
Before heading to Bournemoth to see my Nan, i stopped by the Starbucks again, to ask out the Brit girl.
Me - Would you like to go for a drink on your break?
Brit Girl - I don't get a break today
Well played, i have to admit. Better than just saying no. Though she did smile and laugh, so i hope i made her day at least.
Headed to see my Nan and stay the night
14th March:
Back at Helen and Simon's. Spent majority of day on trains. Waited for Kirsty at Trafalgar Sqaure watching the sunset. We got London Eye tickets, had dinner at a noodle bar, and discussed premontions and fortune cookies. We went on the Eye at night, amazing view.Then headed to HA! HA! Bar at Embankment, shot the shit over a Cosmopolitan and a pint of Lynchburg Lemonade, which consisted of JD, Contreau, Vodka, and lemonade.
15th March:
Checked out the Kylie exibition at the V&A at Kensington South, loads of costumes, photos and props, loved it. Hand lunch back at Liecester Square, where they were setting up for the premiere of 300 at the VUE. Took care of my Euros and passport shit then met Lou and Dave at the Crooked Surgeon. Lou and I played some dodg' pool, then we all went to Edgware Road for dinner at a sketchy lebanese joint. Drank Arabic Coke, smoked plenty of Apple shisha, then went drinking at Lloyds bar on Fullham Broadway (few minutes walk from Kirstys apartment). Drank some Evil Pimms and talked shit.
PARIS 2007
16th March:
Early to Waterloo for Eurostar depature to Paris, the girls are late. Kirsty forgot her passport so me and Jack had to go and leave her on the next trip! Caught up with Jack through the Chanel Tunnel, high point was having Untitled 4 by Sigur Ros peak as coming out of the tunnel into the foggy wine fields of France. Waited around for Kirsty, found our brillatnt Hostel then headed for a walk to the Eiffel Tower, went on a river cruise across the Seinne. Had Italian for dinner then went up the Eiffel Tower that night to Level 2. Jaw droppingly gorgeous. Slept well that night. Shared our cabin with Andrew from Ohio and two Canadian gals, Lindsay and a gal with purple glasses just like Kates.
17th March:
Visited the town of MontMarte, a giant church on the hill, beautful view of the city skyline. Walked the streets of Champs DEylsees, and up to the Arc d'Triumph. Then headed out to the palace at Versailles, where Marie Antoinette lived. Walked around the palace gardens, a photo could never do it justice. Had french McDonalds. Had myself a Royale wit Cheese, and mayo on my fries.
NOTE: Do they still call them French Fries in France? Or are they just fries.
That night went to the Moulin Rouge in the red light district. Funny area, very dodg'. Waited in line for ages, felt like a window display, but so worth it,. Giant layout of tables with cute red lanterns, the show was cool, with funny comedy bits in between. Daancers were gorgeous. Had a good view down front in middle. Complimentary champagne. J & K looked fucking gorgeous. We checked out a sex shop on the way home called Sexy Store, how appropriate! Jackie was quite curious about Sumo Lesbians 2.
18th March:
Cafe brunch at Notre Dame, checked out the church. Walked over to the Louvre and spent the rest of the day walking around getting lost. Laying my eyes upon the Mona Lisa was one of the greatest moments of my life. Even in a crowded gallery hall, i felt like it was just me and her and we were sharing a secret.
All in all Paris is full of gypsies, buskers, rude spitting people, lots of dogs, the Metro is ridiciously cheap and Sortie means EXIT! Jacks foot was playing up and they were walking like the old women's hobbling race club. Crazy metro staff shouting instructions to me, coz you know, louder means i will understand better?! Highlights - speaking in pretensious Monty Python french - 'haugh, haugh, haugh you stooopid americaaaaaans. I du no' knooooow'
Shared a seat with French Pooh on the way home.
19th March:
Had breakfast at Puccinos with Helen and lil Sammy. Snow showers at Camden Markets. Huge punk scene. Pint o Stella and hot chips for lunch and got my first tatt done. A welsh design lion on my left shoulder. Full black. Beautiful. I shall call him Mick for now, after my grandad. Till i find a stupider funnier name. Got it done at a place called Chrome. Cute lil brit chick said 'if a pussy ass like me can handle it youll be right'. I offered her a ride home in my suitcase!
Had dinner at Andrew & Barbaras that night, watched the Chealsa Spurs match and nodded off.
20th March:
Chilled out with Helen today reading the fashion mags (she's a designer for M&S) watched some music vids, sorted out my cash. Went shopping and had hot choc at a place called Natural.
Had farewell dinner with Kirsty at WhetherSpoons in Liecester Square. Busy, premier of I want Candy was on. Easy fun night, strolled HMV and Virgin checking out books and last minute gift ideas. Said a temporary farewell to Kirsty. Goodnight, not goodbye my friend, heed your own advice.
DREAM: At an airport, all my friends from back home are there and angry at me, keep chasing me. I remember something vauge about Woody Allen
21st March:
Had no idea what to do with myself. Headed to Marble Arch, yawn! Wandered down Bond street and came across Selfridges, THE greatest retail store known to man.
22nd March:
At Bangkok again, deja vu. Things coming full circle and what not. Not long to go now and home again. Depressing. I REALLY do not want to go back, if it wasn't for friends and family id be long gone.
Had the pleasure of a oh-so-cute, english gal next to me on the flight, i even gave up my window seat to her. Had a great easy conversation, loved her accent. Her name was Vicky, from Bradford, going to Brisbane to work with horses on her families farm.
23rd March:
9:30pm, home finally. What a crazy fucking whirlwind. Where is my Mind by the Pixies are currently playing on my iTunes. Very suitable i say. Really upset to say Vicky never came back on the flight after refulling. Not sure if she transferred or got lost!? Either way, i was planning to give her my number, just a bit too late i suppose. But there is the whole point of my trip in a nutshell. Life's too short, dont wait.