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ok so i'm still in london.
and there is a 2 pound coin that i didn't know about.
and its clive owen, not clive barker. clive barker is the guy who writes or directs all those scary movies like hellraiser.
apologies.
we were late to the train station. missed our train. talked to this guy who told us it was going to be 45 pounds each to get our tickets moved to be valid for tomorow morning. that would severely limit our spending ability there. he was doing us a favr cause the tickest are nt exchangable. we must have been realy thankful and he must have been able to tell that we were poor college kids cause when i took out my debi card to pay, he said "your seats are d13 and 14, tomorrow morning at 7AM. chek in at least a half hour early. that's all!"
...that's all?
yeah, that's all.
"are you serious?!"
"yes."
i shook his hand. we tanked him a lot. jess wanted to go see if they were selling flowers in the train station so we could give him one. he did us two huge favors. if we had gotten some angry old man helping us we might not be goin to paris at al.
but as it is, we'll be walking to the waterloo station in a couple of hours, cause the tube doesn't run that early. awesome. i've had almost perfect encounters with all the people here. awesome.
so then we came back ome. one more night in lodon. jess was passin out cause she had school that morning. i slept til 2pm so i was wide awake i took her keys and wen out exploring. went to a 24 hour convenient store and got chips.. wait, the're not chips, cause schips are fries. i forget what chips are called here. crisps! i think. so i bough some crisps and a bottle of "summer fruit" flavored water. evidently, sugar is not big here. either that, or that water just sucked. it tasted lke lemon water. absolutely no sweet to it.
then i walked the other way down farringdon road to this littl 3 or so bock central area where theres a lot of pubs and places to eat. most all the food places were closed, but the pubs were open. it was about 1030pm. i went into one place, Al's, i believe i was called. it ooked the most friendly to non-regulars. some of those places, like a pub that was called something like "pete's arms," as in weapons, didn't sound like the type of place i'd fit in real wel. so i go in and sit down at a table. only one cair at this table. close to the bar. its not a bar with stools and people sitting at the bar itself. its just a place to relax and sit at a table and have a drink and maybe some food. so i sit at a table by the window and i'm wodering i there's going to be a lady coming around asking me what i want. after a short while, i decide that there isn't. so i go up to the bar and ask the guy for a guiness. and an ash tray.
"3 pounds 10, mate."
i pay
"cheers."
i said that. yes, i did.
i very carefully carry the beer over to my table cause he gave it a real good pour, to the brim. sat down and drank it over a few cigarettes. they were playing some music appropriate for pubs these days, but i wasn't into it. so i put on my headphones and listened to eric clapton. real smoky bar blues kind of songs. totally just playing up the whole moment. after 15 or so minutes, i was done. wit te slighest of a buzz, i got up and left. left a 2 pound tip on the table, though i doubt you were supposed to. but just in case. gratuity is not common here. as i was walking out, someone outside opened the door for me since he was right by it.
"cheers, mate!"
i said that, too. yes, i did.
walked back home listening to john mayer blues songs. felt really satisfied. more upbeat songs for the walk home.
"why don't you come, baby? why don't you come when i call? i ain't tryin' to do nothin' funny, i just wanna know you girl is all."
===
"does he ever get the girl?"
music isn't all that different. its just about how you get the message across.
2 hours ti we need to wake up to leave, so i think ill try to get some sleep. all the sayings ive picked up and knowledge of the money and all the time i spent working on the accent.. its all gone now. that won't hold up in paris. unless i pretend to be english. i just might. its too damn fun.
-jwolf still in london
and there is a 2 pound coin that i didn't know about.
and its clive owen, not clive barker. clive barker is the guy who writes or directs all those scary movies like hellraiser.
apologies.
we were late to the train station. missed our train. talked to this guy who told us it was going to be 45 pounds each to get our tickets moved to be valid for tomorow morning. that would severely limit our spending ability there. he was doing us a favr cause the tickest are nt exchangable. we must have been realy thankful and he must have been able to tell that we were poor college kids cause when i took out my debi card to pay, he said "your seats are d13 and 14, tomorrow morning at 7AM. chek in at least a half hour early. that's all!"
...that's all?
yeah, that's all.
"are you serious?!"
"yes."
i shook his hand. we tanked him a lot. jess wanted to go see if they were selling flowers in the train station so we could give him one. he did us two huge favors. if we had gotten some angry old man helping us we might not be goin to paris at al.
but as it is, we'll be walking to the waterloo station in a couple of hours, cause the tube doesn't run that early. awesome. i've had almost perfect encounters with all the people here. awesome.
so then we came back ome. one more night in lodon. jess was passin out cause she had school that morning. i slept til 2pm so i was wide awake i took her keys and wen out exploring. went to a 24 hour convenient store and got chips.. wait, the're not chips, cause schips are fries. i forget what chips are called here. crisps! i think. so i bough some crisps and a bottle of "summer fruit" flavored water. evidently, sugar is not big here. either that, or that water just sucked. it tasted lke lemon water. absolutely no sweet to it.
then i walked the other way down farringdon road to this littl 3 or so bock central area where theres a lot of pubs and places to eat. most all the food places were closed, but the pubs were open. it was about 1030pm. i went into one place, Al's, i believe i was called. it ooked the most friendly to non-regulars. some of those places, like a pub that was called something like "pete's arms," as in weapons, didn't sound like the type of place i'd fit in real wel. so i go in and sit down at a table. only one cair at this table. close to the bar. its not a bar with stools and people sitting at the bar itself. its just a place to relax and sit at a table and have a drink and maybe some food. so i sit at a table by the window and i'm wodering i there's going to be a lady coming around asking me what i want. after a short while, i decide that there isn't. so i go up to the bar and ask the guy for a guiness. and an ash tray.
"3 pounds 10, mate."
i pay
"cheers."
i said that. yes, i did.
i very carefully carry the beer over to my table cause he gave it a real good pour, to the brim. sat down and drank it over a few cigarettes. they were playing some music appropriate for pubs these days, but i wasn't into it. so i put on my headphones and listened to eric clapton. real smoky bar blues kind of songs. totally just playing up the whole moment. after 15 or so minutes, i was done. wit te slighest of a buzz, i got up and left. left a 2 pound tip on the table, though i doubt you were supposed to. but just in case. gratuity is not common here. as i was walking out, someone outside opened the door for me since he was right by it.
"cheers, mate!"
i said that, too. yes, i did.
walked back home listening to john mayer blues songs. felt really satisfied. more upbeat songs for the walk home.
"why don't you come, baby? why don't you come when i call? i ain't tryin' to do nothin' funny, i just wanna know you girl is all."
===
"does he ever get the girl?"
music isn't all that different. its just about how you get the message across.
2 hours ti we need to wake up to leave, so i think ill try to get some sleep. all the sayings ive picked up and knowledge of the money and all the time i spent working on the accent.. its all gone now. that won't hold up in paris. unless i pretend to be english. i just might. its too damn fun.
-jwolf still in london