so the extended funtime of my weekend in london is over and i have memories of it which could last for over a week at least... 
so heres a rundown of what happened;
SATURDAY
* Got the 9.47 train from london piccadilly which was hella packed, people running down the aisles telling people they were in their seat, despite the fact that they werent reserved. I found an old couple in my seats but i didnt complain, i didnt want to move them in case it ruined their weekend.
* Just as i was arriving in london, it occurred to me that i couldnt check into my hotel until 3pm. i arrived at 1pm. so i decided to try and find the hotel and sit in the lounge for a while.
* So i went to find the hotel, despite the fact that i only knew the nearest tube stop, not actually where the hotel was, cue me wandering aimlessly around kensington, where i found, portabello market, notting hill (i think) and ended up about 4 miles away from where i started. Now if i had turned left instead of right, i would have found the hotel in approx 7 mins.
* Get to the hotel, after 2 hours of wandering with an extremely heavy bag. check in, was given a key card. didnt work. back to desk. man went away came back, tried key card again. didnt work, and the sound coming from the room, sounded like there were already people inside. tell man at desk. he looks on computer. "oh yeah, sorry about that". given new room, get in. hurrah.
* go off to meet charley in oxford circus, im stood outside the bikini window of H & M, wondering if germany and america are completely empty now as everyone seems to be on holiday in london. meet charley she be even hotter in real life. off we go to the ship...
* get to the ship to see everyone huddled in a corner, i instantly recognise few of the regulars, shake hands say hello. etc
* Meet thenonstopdancer, and find him to be the funniest bloke ive met in a long time, also meet vicky =
, nickysonic, jayne and nic also = .
* drank coke and cranberry juice, all night which meant i was pissing like a fucking hosepipe all night.
* went outside and had a discussion with another Britt about 1990's childrens tv. sang theme tunes to pugwall and california dreams. also met tilly another (sense a running theme here, i just luuuuuuuurve tha ladies)
* then we left the pub, and put charley in a taxi and i walked to oxford circus with britt and partiallyblind, im sorry if i chatted shit you guys. got back to hotel and slept until...
SUNDAY
* sunday i met up with charley again and we went to a very cool cd shop, where i bought a special edition dashboard confessional cd, which has his covers of REM songs on it and i cd of refused demos. we then continued to visit every record shop in london. and some branches of shoe shops for some boots for the lady 
. we then split up and i went back to the hotel to watch a japenese cooking show, where people had to cook western food with 'crazy' ingredients, for this episode it was bread. 
monday
* had to waste time before i got my train, so i watched eternal sunshine, which was fucking excellent, and one of the best films ive seen in a long time. i was just in awe of the way it was constructed, if that doesnt film oscars for editing its a dang shame.
* rang national rail, to enquire about trains, what times they would be leaving londoon village, the woman says 7.06. i arrive at station at 6.35 to find, that the 7.06 train is coming FROM manchester not to. and i have to wait til 9.
And that was the story of my trip to london. much love to you all.
p.s Britt said i look all moody in my profile pic, but im actually quite happy. so i think i shall change it. sometime.
so heres a rundown of what happened;
SATURDAY
* Got the 9.47 train from london piccadilly which was hella packed, people running down the aisles telling people they were in their seat, despite the fact that they werent reserved. I found an old couple in my seats but i didnt complain, i didnt want to move them in case it ruined their weekend.
* Just as i was arriving in london, it occurred to me that i couldnt check into my hotel until 3pm. i arrived at 1pm. so i decided to try and find the hotel and sit in the lounge for a while.
* So i went to find the hotel, despite the fact that i only knew the nearest tube stop, not actually where the hotel was, cue me wandering aimlessly around kensington, where i found, portabello market, notting hill (i think) and ended up about 4 miles away from where i started. Now if i had turned left instead of right, i would have found the hotel in approx 7 mins.
* Get to the hotel, after 2 hours of wandering with an extremely heavy bag. check in, was given a key card. didnt work. back to desk. man went away came back, tried key card again. didnt work, and the sound coming from the room, sounded like there were already people inside. tell man at desk. he looks on computer. "oh yeah, sorry about that". given new room, get in. hurrah.
* go off to meet charley in oxford circus, im stood outside the bikini window of H & M, wondering if germany and america are completely empty now as everyone seems to be on holiday in london. meet charley she be even hotter in real life. off we go to the ship...
* get to the ship to see everyone huddled in a corner, i instantly recognise few of the regulars, shake hands say hello. etc
* Meet thenonstopdancer, and find him to be the funniest bloke ive met in a long time, also meet vicky =
, nickysonic, jayne and nic also = .
* drank coke and cranberry juice, all night which meant i was pissing like a fucking hosepipe all night.
* went outside and had a discussion with another
Britt about 1990's childrens tv. sang theme tunes to pugwall and california dreams. also met tilly another (sense a running theme here, i just luuuuuuuurve tha ladies)
* then we left the pub, and put charley in a taxi and i walked to oxford circus with britt and partiallyblind, im sorry if i chatted shit you guys. got back to hotel and slept until...
SUNDAY
* sunday i met up with charley again and we went to a very cool cd shop, where i bought a special edition dashboard confessional cd, which has his covers of REM songs on it
and i cd of refused demos. we then continued to visit every record shop in london. and some branches of shoe shops for some boots for the lady . we then split up and i went back to the hotel to watch a japenese cooking show, where people had to cook western food with 'crazy' ingredients, for this episode it was bread.
monday
* had to waste time before i got my train, so i watched eternal sunshine, which was fucking excellent, and one of the best films ive seen in a long time. i was just in awe of the way it was constructed, if that doesnt film oscars for editing its a dang shame.
* rang national rail, to enquire about trains, what times they would be leaving londoon village, the woman says 7.06. i arrive at station at 6.35 to find, that the 7.06 train is coming FROM manchester not to. and i have to wait til 9.
And that was the story of my trip to london. much love to you all.
p.s Britt said i look all moody in my profile pic, but im actually quite happy. so i think i shall change it. sometime.
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