A Few Good Days

I’ve had a few really good days, even though the situation in general hasn’t been great.

On Friday, I went to the British Museum (I was in awe for most of the time, and I only covered a tip of the iceberg; I need to go back and see more) went to The Strand in search of an elusive tea at Twinings (still didn’t find it; I was looking for a summer blend that I became addicted to in Disney World and never saw again), ate a meat pie (a Cornish pasty, to be specific) in front of the supposed location of Sweeney Todd’s barber shop, explored the crypt at St. Bride’s Church, had a roast hog sandwich (with Venezuelan hot cocoa!) underneath the London Eye, and walked all the way home via the scenic route through St. James and by Buckingham Palace whilst listening to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack on my iPod two times in a row. I got loads of fabulous pictures.


On Saturday (Valentine’s Day), I went to Trafalgar Square to witness a Guinness world record attempt for the most couples kissing (there were quite a few people, but they didn’t exactly fill the Square), though my best photos came of the street performers and artists. I ended up chatting with an older American gentleman standing next to me for a very long time; he’s traveled the world on business, and he had some interesting stories to tell. I thought I’d have enough time to go home to switch shoes and drop off my camera, but, well, I didn’t. I went straightaway to the Highgate Cemetery after that, where I volunteered in the landscaping working party for the second time; it was a little less tiring this time, but it was still very satisfying. I’m planning on going to the next one on March 1st.

Monday was less eventful, but pleasant. I slept in (unintentionally), but in the evening, Agneta, Giulia and myself had a cozy time watching Pleasantville. I’d ordered the DVD on Amazon after the film became a topic of conversation some time before, and the craving to see it became ever stronger; besides, it’s a great film. I think they both really enjoyed it. To make the occasion all the cozier – sort of slumber-party style (we were in our jammies, after all) – I splurged and bought sweets and soda for everyone: Jaffa cakes, white chocolate, Turkish delight, pretzels with Nutella, coke (mainly for Agneta; it still tastes like cough syrup to me), and sparkling apple juice (not quite Martinelli’s, but very good). And with the lights dimmed, candles lit and fleece blankets spread, the evening was just made. We chatted late into the night after that. When Giulia went to bed, Agneta and I doodled by candlelight, and talked at length about the main questions we ask ourselves, and how our minds work.

Today… Tuesday, I went to Camden High Street for an appointment to get my National Insurance Number, at 9:30 AM. A little early for my taste, but it was over and done much quicker than I thought it would be, in just over 15 minutes. I told Giulia I’d join her with Sabrina in a trip to Ikea around noon, but I still had plenty of time. I’d never been in that area before, so I just wandered. At first, I was unimpressed. It was as dodgy as I’d heard it was, and there wasn’t much life going on. Eventually I came upon a channel with a path running by it; remembering that the same channel wound past Regent’s Park, I headed upstream. In probably less than ten minutes, my entire perspective of Camden had changed – mainly due to the Horse Tunnel Market. My first view was from the channel, and it was pretty interesting at that point. As I ventured ever further in, it went on to become by far the most impressively eccentric market I've ever seen! I actually wore out my cell phone battery taking snapshots. Long story short, I bought two plaid, woolen skirts on sale for £15, plus a really cool Austrian felt hat from a vintage store that played 80s and soul music; a very nice French girl with short, brown hair helped me with sizes. I also got a California license plate (used!) and some vintage-style postcards inside a tunnel that used to be for horses way-back-when (the horses' stalls remained). I’m planning on going back with Kate later this week.

It’s getting late and I want to watch some “Pete & Pete” and perhaps play a little “Caesar II” before going to sleep (I’ve been in such a nostalgic mood lately), so I’ll wrap this up: I got a ton of candles and another coffee press (the glass from the previous one went missing) at Ikea with Giulia and Sabrina (Claudio’s sister), and saw a Japanese-style version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream with Kate at the Southwark Playhouse by the London Bridge (it was also her first time in the area, so we strolled across the bridge, to the Tower, and back before the play started). I very much enjoyed the play – it was a clever blend of Shakespeare with traditional Japanese styles, customs and language; the actors were very charismatic, too. I might even see it again. After that, Kate and I went to a pub next to the theatre (it had some kind of nautical name, and there were loads of fancy knots in frames all over the place); she didn’t have anything (her taste for alcohol is limited to very few options), but I had a Scotch whisky (Bell’s) – which I seem to have developed a better taste for since Scotland, by the way – and we chatted about anime and conventions for most of the time until heading home.



Things that suck…

1) I still haven’t found a job. Not even a crappy one.

2) The internet in the flat is still non-existent (for three weeks now), so I still have to go to McDonald’s for a connection.

3) Cristina (the landlord’s stand-in… I’ve never met the real landlord) has been lying about there being a bi-monthly cleaning lady this whole time. And we still pay for it.

Celebrating Winter!

Janice didn’t make it all the way to the Brompton Cemetery with Agneta and I; she made it only as far as Cromwell Road before the cold got to her. I was the only one with good rain boots, so wet feet became an ongoing issue for the both of them, though Agneta was kind enough to accompany me for the rest of the day (despite later complaints).



After the Cemetery, we went to the big Tesco’s near Earl’s Court to buy a few sweets and have a leisurely chat with hot chocolate, tea and the aforementioned goodies in the Costa Coffee café upstairs.

Back at the flat, I actually felt a little stiff from the long trudge, and I was quite anxious to shed all the layers heaped upon me. They did their job formidably out in the snow, but back inside, it was all a bit much.

The rest of the evening, I got a few minutes in at the nearest internet café, passed the rest of the time paid for to Agneta, and went back to spend the rest of my evening editing the photos of the day.



Looking out the window now, last night’s glorious wonderland has largely deteriorated into brown slush and foot/vehicle tracks. Much of it has melted and fresh snow must have stopped falling some time in the early evening. I must have seen a few dozen snowmen today, in all sorts of varieties – huge, teeny, carrot-nosed, rabbit-eared, on top of doorsteps, stone railings, gravestones, etc. And snowballs were flying everywhere we went, from Hyde Park to Kensington and the Cemetery. Occasionally, we had to be vigilant for sneak attacks. Snow fever seems to have taken over London… most of the businesses were closed, schools were closed today (they’ll be closed tomorrow, too), and large chunks of public transport were closed off. Gatwick Airport announced its closure last night as well. If fresh snow fails to cover today’s remaining slush, I doubt the thrill will be quite the same, but I may go for a walk in what's left tomorrow anyway. It was nice to have gone out in the snow with friends today, but I’d like to try the same solitaire-style tomorrow.

Snow, Glorious Snow

It’s nothing to Agneta, but for myself (and Janice, too), it’s absolutely amazing outside. At the beginning of the day, I never would have believed it. The weather wasn’t exactly summery, but it was bright and nearly clear-skied. The only snow I’d seen in London thus far was a dusting that lasted no more than an hour or two. By morning, all the evidence had melted away. Now, it looks like a blizzard out there.

It snowed a little a few times while Janice and I were in Chinatown for the Chinese New Year festivities, but it came down more with the effect of light confetti. We were pleased to no end then, of course. Later on, we went to a movie (Revolution Street). The snow had persisted until then, creating a fine layer over everything. We took some pictures on the way to the cinema, enjoying the apparent winter wonderland. When Janice and I exited later, we entered something twenty times more impressive. And we weren’t the only ones… Lots of others were standing in the middle of the white streets, taking pictures, throwing snowballs, and generally having a grand ol’ time. A dozen or so Italian students were having a snowball fight and singing loudly outside the hostels, on the street below our bedroom window. It went on till almost 3 AM.

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I’ve taken over 900 photos today, and saved over 40 new Photoshop edits. I’ve made a couple videos on my cell phone, too. But no matter how I try to fix the image, the reality just won’t permeate. It looks so much like a dream outside. I’d hoped to go to bed at an early hour so that I could go out for pictures in the morning, but I’ve just been too excited by it all. I’m almost afraid to go to sleep lest I wake to find it all gone. I’ve set my alarm for mid-morning; hopefully I’ll feel inclined to roll out of bed after all.