London Phrases
5 years ago. 6 rolls of film. 1 shitty camera. 0 pictures.
Now, it's 2006.
There's the weight of history here. Also the weight of travels, of walking, showing, explaining, draining, tiring.
All I wanna do is sleep.
But no. Get up, go off, take the tube, tube breaks down, expensive food, all that bullshit.
Shakespeare's Globe Theatre and St. Paul's Cathedral are the only two tourist spots I actually pay to go in.
Buckingham Palace's Changing of the Guard - utterly pointless and boring. Once you've actually been in a military parade, you lose all desire to see one ever again.
Pigotts was a 3 hour nightmare journey, but at the end of it was peace, tranquility and an otherworldly calm. Ice cream in front of the TV with a cat in my lap. Mmm.
The final lunch. Pub food cravings lead to a huge burger: a greasy, fat, completely unhealthy orgasm of taste.
Old friends. 19 years. Here we are.
Hate KLM. Tiny weight limit of 20 kg means shipping most of my luggage by freight. Frantic re-packing at the left luggage counter. Let's see - all books out! Only light things in there, like DVDs and shit. What's that? Minimum charge is set at 25 kg? Ah fuck, all books back in again. No aerosols? Out come shaving foam and deodorant. 8 to 10 days, £175, fuck you very much.
Tiny seats, no legroom, bad food, ridiculous luggage restrictions. Hate KLM.
Back home. And the shit starts again.
Now, it's 2006.
There's the weight of history here. Also the weight of travels, of walking, showing, explaining, draining, tiring.
All I wanna do is sleep.
But no. Get up, go off, take the tube, tube breaks down, expensive food, all that bullshit.
Shakespeare's Globe Theatre and St. Paul's Cathedral are the only two tourist spots I actually pay to go in.
Buckingham Palace's Changing of the Guard - utterly pointless and boring. Once you've actually been in a military parade, you lose all desire to see one ever again.
Pigotts was a 3 hour nightmare journey, but at the end of it was peace, tranquility and an otherworldly calm. Ice cream in front of the TV with a cat in my lap. Mmm.
The final lunch. Pub food cravings lead to a huge burger: a greasy, fat, completely unhealthy orgasm of taste.
Old friends. 19 years. Here we are.
Hate KLM. Tiny weight limit of 20 kg means shipping most of my luggage by freight. Frantic re-packing at the left luggage counter. Let's see - all books out! Only light things in there, like DVDs and shit. What's that? Minimum charge is set at 25 kg? Ah fuck, all books back in again. No aerosols? Out come shaving foam and deodorant. 8 to 10 days, £175, fuck you very much.
Tiny seats, no legroom, bad food, ridiculous luggage restrictions. Hate KLM.
Back home. And the shit starts again.
posted by cinewhore @ 2:05 AM
3 mindfucks
3 Comments:
oh St Paul's stairs is really similar to the Basilica DOM in Cologne! the metal staircase as well! but the one u came down is rather wide...
nice pix btw!
-ww
piggot is nice!quaint little old english coutryside.and is that lavender? isnt it a little cold for lavendar?
ww: The bottom portions are wider, but it gets narrower and narrower the higher up you go.
YS: I think it's bluebell.
gimme some mindfuckery
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