Driving in London
I hate driving in London. Hate. Hate.
It took us FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to travel two streets from cornflakegirl23's house, which by her own admission should only have taken three minutes, because we set off in the wrong direction and once London has you in its clutches it never lets you go. We saw Fleet Street, the Strand, Parliament Buildings, the London Eye and the Oval, all while yelling, "WHERE ARE WE? WHY ARE WE HERE? AAAGHH!!!!"
I mean, I am navigator girl. I can give directions. But not when the streets DO NOT correspond in ANY WAY with the bloody fucking MAP. I lost count of how many times I'd be going, "Yes, so, we're on X road, so if we just turn right onto Y street at the next junction it should be quite easy to get to AAAGH AAGH WHY IS THE ROAD GOING LEFT???" And further, somehow we ended up in the congestion zone? I don't even know.
So, as I say, 45 minutes to travel two streets. And the first time I've ever physically beaten a navigation aid because of its utter, utter uselessness.
Next time, we are taking the train.
Hoever, the time preceeding the London-based dementia was much nicer, involving as it did...well, London-based dementia, but of a much nicer kind. cornflakegirl23's new flat is lovely, and the party was great. The trip to McDonald's the next morning was also...memorable. And it was so lovely to see cpt_buggernuts and cornflakegirl23 and the BRGB and Rachie again, and to meet jipsy_girl and amorphia for the first time. I am muchly looking forward to being on the same island as more Bronzer people. Yes indeed.
It took us FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to travel two streets from cornflakegirl23's house, which by her own admission should only have taken three minutes, because we set off in the wrong direction and once London has you in its clutches it never lets you go. We saw Fleet Street, the Strand, Parliament Buildings, the London Eye and the Oval, all while yelling, "WHERE ARE WE? WHY ARE WE HERE? AAAGHH!!!!"
I mean, I am navigator girl. I can give directions. But not when the streets DO NOT correspond in ANY WAY with the bloody fucking MAP. I lost count of how many times I'd be going, "Yes, so, we're on X road, so if we just turn right onto Y street at the next junction it should be quite easy to get to AAAGH AAGH WHY IS THE ROAD GOING LEFT???" And further, somehow we ended up in the congestion zone? I don't even know.
So, as I say, 45 minutes to travel two streets. And the first time I've ever physically beaten a navigation aid because of its utter, utter uselessness.
Next time, we are taking the train.
Hoever, the time preceeding the London-based dementia was much nicer, involving as it did...well, London-based dementia, but of a much nicer kind. cornflakegirl23's new flat is lovely, and the party was great. The trip to McDonald's the next morning was also...memorable. And it was so lovely to see cpt_buggernuts and cornflakegirl23 and the BRGB and Rachie again, and to meet jipsy_girl and amorphia for the first time. I am muchly looking forward to being on the same island as more Bronzer people. Yes indeed.