This won’t be long, as I’m in an Internet Cafe in the middle of my Perissa. Fingers crossed mine and Lana’s new home. Alas, I must go backwards a little before I can start that story.
London – Take 2
After I departed the ever lovely Scotland, I made my way back by train to the awaiting arms of Hannah, another of my ex-Game colleagues. We spent the evening having dinner and then headed to a local watering hole to watch an unsigned bands evening. Great idea for a Monday night.
Tuesday, unfortunately with the steamy temperatures departed we braved on and headed for the seaside town of Brighton. I’d been there once before, on an awkward first date I’d prefer to forget about (stop writing about it Tammy), so I really hadn’t had my fair share of the experience.
H and I strolled the streets and walked into dress shop, after jewellery shop, both eventually succumbing to the lures of all things sparkly. Speaking of seagulls, I’ve yet to load pictures, but the seagulls here are on ‘roids. Seriously, the biggest fuckers I’ve ever seen. You want to duck and run when you see them swooping towards your lunch/head.
Wednesday, we had a casual morning with the gym and some breakfast and then headed back in London in the afternoon. We spent most of it walking up Regent Street admiring all the things I’d considering prostituting myself for so I could afford.
Meanwhile, for those of you going to, have ever been, planning to go to London… on a little side street near Saville Row you will find tucked beneath in an old building the little known Abercrombie & Fitch store, which Hannah insisted I see. Why? Because boys and girls the most good looking people this side Jersey Shore cover this store wall to wall. With wooden walls and staircases and lighting so dim you can barely see your own hand, this over perfumed hot bed of lustiness left me barely audible (for a good 5 minutes). Hot. Hot. Hot. Enough, I’m drooling and the lady next to me is looking at me funny.
That night we went to the much awaited performance of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber’s (aka ugliest woman alive) Love Never Dies. The sequel to the Phantom story, the musical left my heart soaring and breaking all at once. I loved every minute of it. It hits Oz in 2011. I’ll be there. So will you if you enjoy a great musical.
Thursday, H and I went back into London to explore St Paul’s Cathedral. After some stupid amount of stairs we made it to the top, to check out the 360 views of London town. The interior of the church is to be revered, covered in gold mosaics and religious paintings with a dome that rivals St. Peters.
Friday morning I left Hannah’s house and headed for my old stomping ground.
I headed back to Game in the afternoon to try and catch up with some old friends, unfortunately my timing was shat and most were ill or off on holiday. Which whilst sad, also meant I missed any X sightings.
Saturday involved an all girl and Luci’s little cherub Harry, shopping trip down to Southampton. We got stuck in traffic and then surrounded by chavs down there, we all made a few purchases and then high tailed it out of there.
Saturday night rolled around however and as ever Fi being the organiser of organisers made sure we had a group of the funnest people alive, made of up of new friends and old friends to hit the town with. The FB pictures, speak for themselves. We enjoyed every minute of it.
I spent the rest of the weekend, being well taken care of, and meeting up with friends who went to a lot of effort for me. Which meant a lot. It reminded me that I had a life there, made up of some really good quality people. Which was a lesson well learnt.
With that in mind, my time in the UK came to a close, so it would be apt of me to thank the many friends who have given me a bed, a couch and opened their homes and lives to me. Rosie, Nath, Hannah, Fi etc, next time its my turn.
Now, I’m in Santorini and the real challenge begins. Work, housing etc etc and all in the beautiful summer sun.
I’ll be in touch…