I didn't have what you'd call an exciting weekend, but I wasn't bored. Friday night was spent with a bucket of KFC - it's been so long since I had their chicken that I'm sure my heart was pumping around pure oil and 11 secret herbs and spices.
On saturday Anna and I went to the Victoria & Albert museum, which is art and design based. There was an exhibition on called The Golden Age of Couture (with Dior dresses etc), but for £9 we decided not to go in. We looked at some of the free stuff, but spent most of our time in the gift shop!
I had my first proper night out on saturday - Anna's workmate had a birthday at a pub in the city, so we did the London thing and caught the tube. After a few hours out, luckily we both got sore feet and headed home early-ish. Apparently the tube gets pretty yicky around midnight when everyone is smashed and tries to catch the last tube home. Eeuw.
I'd seen a huge Tesco's supermarket in my travels recently, so on sunday I went to find it. It was huge and I needed a therapeutic aisle wander. It wasn't meant to be - I ended up with trolley rage...
One thing that frustrates me about many Londoners is that they are utterly self absorbed. They don't care if they're standing in the middle of the aisle reading a soup label. Or stand within a bees toe of you on the tube and breathe all over you. Or cut you off on the footpath when they have a whole one to walk on.
But I digress. The supermarket was so packed and I got so mad that I started bumping/nudging/banging people's trolleys out of the way. And that wasn't fun - so I bought my things and scarpered.
And monday was bonfire night (Guy Fawkes day). You can buy fireworks here - so all night the neighbours we setting them off popping and whizzing around at all angles.
Weather update : it was 3 degrees this morning.
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One thing that frustrates me about many Londoners is that they are utterly self absorbed. They don't care if they're standing in the middle of the aisle reading a soup label. Or stand within a bees toe of you on the tube and breathe all over you. Or cut you off on the footpath when they have a whole one to walk on.
I found the same in Milan and Rome. I wonder whether big cities with high density populations (ie people living close to each other all the time) encourage that sort of behaviour.
In regards to Guy Fawkes, I remember being in Leicester when it was on (one of Pene's cousins lives there) and we went to the local Rugby ground to celebrate.
There was a huge bonfire and of course fireworks. I reckon these fireworks were done by the dodgy brothers because at the end of the night they dumped a box of unused fireworks on the fire and of course they went off in all directions. On roof of houses etc. missing people by a whisker.
It was lucky no one got hurt!
The gift shop is by far a better way to spend your $$$.
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