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Larz and Deeb's London adventure
On Tuesday, I embarked upon my journey to London. Because of car problems, I had to mess about taking Bec to work so that I had a car to get to the station, but I had to pick her up at lunch time and get her to take me there, so that she had a car to get home! What a bleedin' faff!
I hopped on bored my train at 12:50, and Larz got on futher down the line at grantham at about 13:20. We managed to get seats together, and chatted all the way, making the journey just whizz by.
When we arrived, we got on a maze of tubes until we arrived at New Cross. New Cross is indeed a ghetto...as Lara had warned me, where she sometimes goes to uni at Goldsmiths. I can now TOTALLY understand why she often sacks it off in favour of staying in bed. It's such a long winded commute.
During our journey, I was beginning to realise upon carrying my big back pack, that I had not packed as lightly as I perhaps could have!
When we got to Goldsmiths, Lara took care of some business, and had a meeting, whilst I ate crisps and drank orange (from concentrate!) and wrote in my journal. When a flustered Larz returned from her meeting, we left and plodded off around London.
We made our way to Tower Bridge, where we found a Wagamama which was doing 2 for 1 meals with the voucher's I'd printed off the night before. We found the resteraunt thanks to a map Lara had hand drawn with brown felt tip. The girl is a genious.
After a faboulous meal, we met an old friend of Lara'z for drinks, then we made our way to Clappam (sp?) for an acoustic gig at The Smoke Rooms. Ainslie Henderson, who we'd gone to see, ended up being 3rd on, and I was stressing out a bit because he didn't play till about 10pm, and we'd thought he'd play around 8:30, so had made plans to stay at a friend's house in Putney. The problem was, I Don't know this person very well, and thought it was taking the piss a bit to roll up at 11:30, expect a bed, then disappear in the morning. Anyhow, after a couple of texts were exchanged, Naomi said it wasn't a problem, so we decided to stay there.
After we got off the Putney bridge tube at 11:30, I called Naomi for directions. It was about a 10 minute walk, and she told me to ring when I got outside this estate agents...and I did, but her phone went straight to answer phone. I tried a few times, and Lara and I began to panic. We were fucked if we couldn't get hold of her!
Over the course of 10 minutes, we continued to try and call her with no joy. We began to suspect that she was deliberately punishing us for being rude and turning up so late. I thought she'd be looking out her window, laughing at us panicing. We decided the only choice was to walk back towards the tube and see if the Travel Inn had any beds, and I tried Naomi once more for good luck...and it RANG!!! It turned out she had bad signal and only just realised we couldn't get through, so at about 1am, we finally got settled down for a good night's kip and to rest our aching feet!
Yesterday started off ok. We had to be out of Naomi's by 8:15, so I was up and showering at 7:15. We were knackered, but both agreed it was nice to see the morining. We said goodbye to Naomi, and arranged to meet her later to watch her band play, then we went off to find breakfast.
We found a little shopping Mall, got coffee, and hug around for an hour or so, so that we could get cheaper tube tickets after peak rate...then we headed to Russell Square to meet my cuz Andy for a drink.
We sat outside in the sun at a bar he frequents, and it was really lovely. I was starting to really suffer with a dodgey knee, due to all the walking with my miletery weight back pack!
Larz decided she wasn't in the mood for Waga at lunch time as she was feeling a bit dodgey, so we found a Nando's and got lunch there. Towards the end of our meal, Lara started feeling really ill. We started wondering if it might be best to go home last night, rather than today if she didn't start feeling any better. We really wanted to see Naomi's gig though. .ESPECIALLY seeing as though we basically just crashed at hers and left, but we were wandering round, tired and achey, knowing that staying in a hostel that night would cost as much as a ticket home, and the only thing we were staying for was the gig and 9pm.
We had a few other bits to do, including going back to Goldsmiths to pick up Lara's assignment, which the tutor had already lost once, but had emaild to say was now ready for collection. So off we tracked back to the Ghetto to find out IT WAS NOT FUCKING WELL THERE!!! WTF???!!! Lara was not pleased at all!! We walked around trying to find this whore of a tutor, to be told she wasn't in that day! Cunt!
Over the course of the afternoon, Lara continued to be unwell and we just couldn't be arsed anymore, so we decided to book tickets home. She went off and booked them online in her librery, and then we went to Selfridges to get Lara's mum some chocs for mother's day. I also had my first Krispy Kreme...a chocolate glazed, custard filled one, and very nice it was too.
In the end, we had to get different trains home because to get the cheaper fare, I had to leave earlier, so we started our treck layden with luggage, and by now limping, to Kings Cross where we collected my ticket from the machine.
We waited in the lounge for half an hour, then Lara saw me to my train where we said our goodbyes. Once on the train, there was an announcement about tickets which I didn't understand, but by the time I text Lara to ask her what it meant, we'd set off and I just had to hope and pray.
When the waller came to check my ticket, there was indeed a problem. My ticket should have been presented with a rail card. I don't have a rail card, but I got into a web of lies which concluded in the manager announcing over the PA system for THE WHOLE FUCKING TRAIN TO HEAR "Could Miss Hauser please see the manager in the buffet car to the rear. That's Miss Hauser to the buffet car at the rear" Fuck fuck fuck. I considered lying about my details, but then the guy started going on about data protection. He asked if I actually owned a travel card, and I lied and said yes. He asked if I had any ID, and I said I hadn't got my wallet. It was evoling into an elaborate web of shite, when all I should have done was paid on my credit card to begin with, but I got confused and this babble of shit just spewed out!
I could feel my face heating up, and he told me not to try legging it off at Grantham! he then asked for my address and DOB, which I gave to him. I was so glad I didn't give flase details as he rang data protection to check. When he realised I was telling the trust (as far as he could see) he became really sweet, apologising for inconviniencing me, thanking me for not hurling abuse at him, and offering me a seat! He bid me fairwell at Retford, telling me not to forget my travel card in future. What a fucking faff!
Then to add the final insult to injury, I tried to get a coffee out of the machine, but it kept rejecting my money, so I bought I bottle of Coke, opened it, and it pissed everywhere!
I was so glad to reach home after all of that, but I actually had a really nice time hanging will my little Larzle and embarking upon our adventure.
The End.
On Tuesday, I embarked upon my journey to London. Because of car problems, I had to mess about taking Bec to work so that I had a car to get to the station, but I had to pick her up at lunch time and get her to take me there, so that she had a car to get home! What a bleedin' faff!
I hopped on bored my train at 12:50, and Larz got on futher down the line at grantham at about 13:20. We managed to get seats together, and chatted all the way, making the journey just whizz by.
When we arrived, we got on a maze of tubes until we arrived at New Cross. New Cross is indeed a ghetto...as Lara had warned me, where she sometimes goes to uni at Goldsmiths. I can now TOTALLY understand why she often sacks it off in favour of staying in bed. It's such a long winded commute.
During our journey, I was beginning to realise upon carrying my big back pack, that I had not packed as lightly as I perhaps could have!
When we got to Goldsmiths, Lara took care of some business, and had a meeting, whilst I ate crisps and drank orange (from concentrate!) and wrote in my journal. When a flustered Larz returned from her meeting, we left and plodded off around London.
We made our way to Tower Bridge, where we found a Wagamama which was doing 2 for 1 meals with the voucher's I'd printed off the night before. We found the resteraunt thanks to a map Lara had hand drawn with brown felt tip. The girl is a genious.
After a faboulous meal, we met an old friend of Lara'z for drinks, then we made our way to Clappam (sp?) for an acoustic gig at The Smoke Rooms. Ainslie Henderson, who we'd gone to see, ended up being 3rd on, and I was stressing out a bit because he didn't play till about 10pm, and we'd thought he'd play around 8:30, so had made plans to stay at a friend's house in Putney. The problem was, I Don't know this person very well, and thought it was taking the piss a bit to roll up at 11:30, expect a bed, then disappear in the morning. Anyhow, after a couple of texts were exchanged, Naomi said it wasn't a problem, so we decided to stay there.
After we got off the Putney bridge tube at 11:30, I called Naomi for directions. It was about a 10 minute walk, and she told me to ring when I got outside this estate agents...and I did, but her phone went straight to answer phone. I tried a few times, and Lara and I began to panic. We were fucked if we couldn't get hold of her!
Over the course of 10 minutes, we continued to try and call her with no joy. We began to suspect that she was deliberately punishing us for being rude and turning up so late. I thought she'd be looking out her window, laughing at us panicing. We decided the only choice was to walk back towards the tube and see if the Travel Inn had any beds, and I tried Naomi once more for good luck...and it RANG!!! It turned out she had bad signal and only just realised we couldn't get through, so at about 1am, we finally got settled down for a good night's kip and to rest our aching feet!
Yesterday started off ok. We had to be out of Naomi's by 8:15, so I was up and showering at 7:15. We were knackered, but both agreed it was nice to see the morining. We said goodbye to Naomi, and arranged to meet her later to watch her band play, then we went off to find breakfast.
We found a little shopping Mall, got coffee, and hug around for an hour or so, so that we could get cheaper tube tickets after peak rate...then we headed to Russell Square to meet my cuz Andy for a drink.
We sat outside in the sun at a bar he frequents, and it was really lovely. I was starting to really suffer with a dodgey knee, due to all the walking with my miletery weight back pack!
Larz decided she wasn't in the mood for Waga at lunch time as she was feeling a bit dodgey, so we found a Nando's and got lunch there. Towards the end of our meal, Lara started feeling really ill. We started wondering if it might be best to go home last night, rather than today if she didn't start feeling any better. We really wanted to see Naomi's gig though. .ESPECIALLY seeing as though we basically just crashed at hers and left, but we were wandering round, tired and achey, knowing that staying in a hostel that night would cost as much as a ticket home, and the only thing we were staying for was the gig and 9pm.
We had a few other bits to do, including going back to Goldsmiths to pick up Lara's assignment, which the tutor had already lost once, but had emaild to say was now ready for collection. So off we tracked back to the Ghetto to find out IT WAS NOT FUCKING WELL THERE!!! WTF???!!! Lara was not pleased at all!! We walked around trying to find this whore of a tutor, to be told she wasn't in that day! Cunt!
Over the course of the afternoon, Lara continued to be unwell and we just couldn't be arsed anymore, so we decided to book tickets home. She went off and booked them online in her librery, and then we went to Selfridges to get Lara's mum some chocs for mother's day. I also had my first Krispy Kreme...a chocolate glazed, custard filled one, and very nice it was too.
In the end, we had to get different trains home because to get the cheaper fare, I had to leave earlier, so we started our treck layden with luggage, and by now limping, to Kings Cross where we collected my ticket from the machine.
We waited in the lounge for half an hour, then Lara saw me to my train where we said our goodbyes. Once on the train, there was an announcement about tickets which I didn't understand, but by the time I text Lara to ask her what it meant, we'd set off and I just had to hope and pray.
When the waller came to check my ticket, there was indeed a problem. My ticket should have been presented with a rail card. I don't have a rail card, but I got into a web of lies which concluded in the manager announcing over the PA system for THE WHOLE FUCKING TRAIN TO HEAR "Could Miss Hauser please see the manager in the buffet car to the rear. That's Miss Hauser to the buffet car at the rear" Fuck fuck fuck. I considered lying about my details, but then the guy started going on about data protection. He asked if I actually owned a travel card, and I lied and said yes. He asked if I had any ID, and I said I hadn't got my wallet. It was evoling into an elaborate web of shite, when all I should have done was paid on my credit card to begin with, but I got confused and this babble of shit just spewed out!
I could feel my face heating up, and he told me not to try legging it off at Grantham! he then asked for my address and DOB, which I gave to him. I was so glad I didn't give flase details as he rang data protection to check. When he realised I was telling the trust (as far as he could see) he became really sweet, apologising for inconviniencing me, thanking me for not hurling abuse at him, and offering me a seat! He bid me fairwell at Retford, telling me not to forget my travel card in future. What a fucking faff!
Then to add the final insult to injury, I tried to get a coffee out of the machine, but it kept rejecting my money, so I bought I bottle of Coke, opened it, and it pissed everywhere!
I was so glad to reach home after all of that, but I actually had a really nice time hanging will my little Larzle and embarking upon our adventure.
The End.