Im back from London, and I have been since wednsday. Ive mostly been recuperating since then, and trying to best jet lag. The fact that I am posting this at 5 in the morning speaks to the fact that I have, thus far, failed. London was all kinds of amazing. Amy and myself adventured over all parts of it. I met her friends, who turned out to be, for the most part, killer. There was exploring of Camden town, probing of Trafalgar square, vagrancy across Hyde park, arguing at speakers corner, and wondering around in Soho. I always thought soho was supposed to be a shit hole. Amazing to me that it is not only very up-scale, but it appears to have become the gay center of London (if that seems redundant to you, youre not alone).
We explored Camden thoroughly, and made some cool buys. Also, we both got crazy-ass hair done on the cheap at a place there. Pictures below. I spent most of the time taking pictures of freaks, which went better than I expected it to. Lemme tell you, the subculture population of London is vast. You cant go out without seeing a gaggle of goths, or a pod of punk rockers roaming the streets. And yet, somehow, no one gets used to them. They (including Amy and myself after we got crazy hair) get/got blatantly stared at. Like, undisguised rubbernecking. Highly amusing to have an entire escalator of 50+ people turn to look at you as you pass going in the other direction. It kind of looked like dominos falling, if that makes sense. Aside from general sightseeing, other highlights included a spontaneous barbeque with Amys humans (Shira and her man), and going to a club they have called slime light. The barbeque was fine, although I fear I have contracted madcow disease. So it goes. Also, I was introduced to air soft guns, and Shiras best boy and my elf thoroughly dispatched the threat that home grown apples pose to the homestead. My being introduced to these things cannot possibly end well.
Slimelight was quite the experience. Not as glamorous as I had expected from London. I didnt take pictures, but let me try and paint a picture for you. Imagine manray, if you have ever been. Okay, now expand it to twice the size, and duplicate that times two. Split it in to two floors. Okay, now take four 20 gallon drums. Fill them half way with street dirt and muck. Now pour a 20 rack of beer in to each one. Smoke two cartons of cigarettes, ashing in the barrels, and dispersing the butts between the barrels. Still with me? Okay, now add some broken glass, and some powdered dust. Good. Now evenly disperse that over the entire club in your mind. Right. Now strip most of the interesting things off the walls of this place, and replace them with cinderblock walls, perhaps painted, perhaps not. Add lots of fog, and a few cages. That was the space. Oh, and they had one area set up as a kitchen. Not a functional kitchen, mind. A fashion kitchen. Complete with linoleum floors. No, no, I had a good time though. An amazingly high percentage of the people there were fucked up on whatever drug you please, but whatev. Amy and I were Far and away the best dancers. Dont know why, but we were. Everyone else was tube stepping or punching the hobbit or just freaking out. Maybe we just put more emphasis on dancing here. Who knows.
Oh yeah, and the goths there still take them selves seriously. Which is just weird.
We saw Buckingham palace, late at night, and smoked cigars on its front steps. We were not asked to move along. We had ale at a pub, and drinks corresponding to our mortal sin of choice. I mixed lust and wrath, Amy had sloth. I am SO gonna learn to make these drinks. Oh, and we went to a super ritzy department store. The kind that has perfume and cologne selections in the bathroom, so you come out smelling like roses. Literally, if you so choose.
In other news, I leave for school on the 5th, Ill be back once or twice a month, including the first weekend of the 10th. Go figure that just as I leave I get a bunch of requests to shoot sets for people. I mean, I can still do it, no problem (especially early in the term), and I relish the opportunity (big time), but its a bit of a drive. So it goes.
Oh yeah. And that hurricane has fucked us over bad. Things are going to get worse from here. Much worse. I wouldnt be surprised if this started the recession weve been due for. I am scared. So much so that I am seriously considering delaying my last 2 or 3 terms of college until the economy picks back up. But this is a rant for another time. Now, I leave you with pictures. Fucking moo.
Final thought:
Moo, i say.
We explored Camden thoroughly, and made some cool buys. Also, we both got crazy-ass hair done on the cheap at a place there. Pictures below. I spent most of the time taking pictures of freaks, which went better than I expected it to. Lemme tell you, the subculture population of London is vast. You cant go out without seeing a gaggle of goths, or a pod of punk rockers roaming the streets. And yet, somehow, no one gets used to them. They (including Amy and myself after we got crazy hair) get/got blatantly stared at. Like, undisguised rubbernecking. Highly amusing to have an entire escalator of 50+ people turn to look at you as you pass going in the other direction. It kind of looked like dominos falling, if that makes sense. Aside from general sightseeing, other highlights included a spontaneous barbeque with Amys humans (Shira and her man), and going to a club they have called slime light. The barbeque was fine, although I fear I have contracted madcow disease. So it goes. Also, I was introduced to air soft guns, and Shiras best boy and my elf thoroughly dispatched the threat that home grown apples pose to the homestead. My being introduced to these things cannot possibly end well.
Slimelight was quite the experience. Not as glamorous as I had expected from London. I didnt take pictures, but let me try and paint a picture for you. Imagine manray, if you have ever been. Okay, now expand it to twice the size, and duplicate that times two. Split it in to two floors. Okay, now take four 20 gallon drums. Fill them half way with street dirt and muck. Now pour a 20 rack of beer in to each one. Smoke two cartons of cigarettes, ashing in the barrels, and dispersing the butts between the barrels. Still with me? Okay, now add some broken glass, and some powdered dust. Good. Now evenly disperse that over the entire club in your mind. Right. Now strip most of the interesting things off the walls of this place, and replace them with cinderblock walls, perhaps painted, perhaps not. Add lots of fog, and a few cages. That was the space. Oh, and they had one area set up as a kitchen. Not a functional kitchen, mind. A fashion kitchen. Complete with linoleum floors. No, no, I had a good time though. An amazingly high percentage of the people there were fucked up on whatever drug you please, but whatev. Amy and I were Far and away the best dancers. Dont know why, but we were. Everyone else was tube stepping or punching the hobbit or just freaking out. Maybe we just put more emphasis on dancing here. Who knows.
Oh yeah, and the goths there still take them selves seriously. Which is just weird.
We saw Buckingham palace, late at night, and smoked cigars on its front steps. We were not asked to move along. We had ale at a pub, and drinks corresponding to our mortal sin of choice. I mixed lust and wrath, Amy had sloth. I am SO gonna learn to make these drinks. Oh, and we went to a super ritzy department store. The kind that has perfume and cologne selections in the bathroom, so you come out smelling like roses. Literally, if you so choose.
In other news, I leave for school on the 5th, Ill be back once or twice a month, including the first weekend of the 10th. Go figure that just as I leave I get a bunch of requests to shoot sets for people. I mean, I can still do it, no problem (especially early in the term), and I relish the opportunity (big time), but its a bit of a drive. So it goes.
Oh yeah. And that hurricane has fucked us over bad. Things are going to get worse from here. Much worse. I wouldnt be surprised if this started the recession weve been due for. I am scared. So much so that I am seriously considering delaying my last 2 or 3 terms of college until the economy picks back up. But this is a rant for another time. Now, I leave you with pictures. Fucking moo.
Final thought:
Moo, i say.
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shit ALWAYS gets worse.