It's Birthday Time!
Right, hello!
You know you haven't written for a while when you have to look at your previous entry to see what the last thing you wrote was. In my case, it was an entry about my housemate flying to India, almost a week ago. So, since then:
I turned 28! One year older, about three weeks wiser, which is pretty much my average yearly rate of growth at this point in my life. A swathe of Facebook comments and text messages made me feel vaguely remembered, but the clear winners were Joel and Marcela, who left me a voice message singing Happy Birthday at 7:20am.
I'd taken the day off work to meet up with Jon, Ash and James in London. I even managed to get there on time, and everything! I met Jon in King's Cross, and we made our way to Waterloo, where he had some of Burger King's 'almost-foodlike' Chicken Bites. We then waited outside in the cold for James and Ash to arrive, before phoning them, realising they were late, and going back into the station to sit outside Costa. When they arrived, we went to Starbucks; while we were queueing, however, one of the staff took our drinks orders. Thinking they'd bring us the drinks, everyone except me sat down. Not being a drinker of coffee, I continued queueing for a peach and raspberry muffin. When it became obvious that they weren't going to bring the drinks, Ash went up to collect them. In doing so, however, we skipped the stage where we would have had to pay for them, and walked out unnoticed. Take that, global corporations!
We decided to go to Madame Tussaud's, which I've never been to before, and had an interesting but expensive taxi ride there. After some incredulity over the price of admission, and an elevator ride, we found ourselves mocking Jay Kay's stupid ponytail, questioning Jennifer Aniston's identity, feeling Brad Pitt's realistically squashy bum, and not believing that I'm the same height as Tom Cruise (There's no way he's actually 5'9"). James also cupped Samuel L. Jackson's balls. We took a large number of ridiculous photos (Which I intend to upload to Flickr at some stage, so I'll post them here when I do), including some featuring Stephen Hawking, Hitler, and Gandhi's giant toe. There was a pretty arbitrary 'serial killer' bit, where you walk down a number of poorly-lit and smoky corridors, and people jump out at you and make stupid noises. I was pushing James at this point, and he didn't seem particularly bothered by it. Ash, or the two girls immediately behind Ash, screamed a few times, however. We finished up by taking a laborious elevator ride to the Quantum of Solace floor, which only had wax figures of Daniel Craig and Judy Dench. We stayed for approximately 5 minutes.
After we went to a nearby Pizza Express. James, as ever, had a ridiculously large pizza, I had a Sloppy Giuseppe, and Ash and Jon had some 'pasta bullshit'. While we ate, we discussed our next move, and decided on going to a cinema in Leicester Square. After walking around to find something that was both interesting and wheelchair-accessible, we eventually saw Ghost Town. It was pretty good; quite funny in places, a bit too schmaltzy, but generally quite likeable. A solid 7/10 from me. After the movie we said our goodbyes, and I got the Underground back to King's Cross, before getting a train home. In all, it was a great day, and I felt comfortable around them; obviously James, who I've met many times before, and Jon, but also Ash.
You know you haven't written for a while when you have to look at your previous entry to see what the last thing you wrote was. In my case, it was an entry about my housemate flying to India, almost a week ago. So, since then:
I turned 28! One year older, about three weeks wiser, which is pretty much my average yearly rate of growth at this point in my life. A swathe of Facebook comments and text messages made me feel vaguely remembered, but the clear winners were Joel and Marcela, who left me a voice message singing Happy Birthday at 7:20am.
I'd taken the day off work to meet up with Jon, Ash and James in London. I even managed to get there on time, and everything! I met Jon in King's Cross, and we made our way to Waterloo, where he had some of Burger King's 'almost-foodlike' Chicken Bites. We then waited outside in the cold for James and Ash to arrive, before phoning them, realising they were late, and going back into the station to sit outside Costa. When they arrived, we went to Starbucks; while we were queueing, however, one of the staff took our drinks orders. Thinking they'd bring us the drinks, everyone except me sat down. Not being a drinker of coffee, I continued queueing for a peach and raspberry muffin. When it became obvious that they weren't going to bring the drinks, Ash went up to collect them. In doing so, however, we skipped the stage where we would have had to pay for them, and walked out unnoticed. Take that, global corporations!
We decided to go to Madame Tussaud's, which I've never been to before, and had an interesting but expensive taxi ride there. After some incredulity over the price of admission, and an elevator ride, we found ourselves mocking Jay Kay's stupid ponytail, questioning Jennifer Aniston's identity, feeling Brad Pitt's realistically squashy bum, and not believing that I'm the same height as Tom Cruise (There's no way he's actually 5'9"). James also cupped Samuel L. Jackson's balls. We took a large number of ridiculous photos (Which I intend to upload to Flickr at some stage, so I'll post them here when I do), including some featuring Stephen Hawking, Hitler, and Gandhi's giant toe. There was a pretty arbitrary 'serial killer' bit, where you walk down a number of poorly-lit and smoky corridors, and people jump out at you and make stupid noises. I was pushing James at this point, and he didn't seem particularly bothered by it. Ash, or the two girls immediately behind Ash, screamed a few times, however. We finished up by taking a laborious elevator ride to the Quantum of Solace floor, which only had wax figures of Daniel Craig and Judy Dench. We stayed for approximately 5 minutes.
After we went to a nearby Pizza Express. James, as ever, had a ridiculously large pizza, I had a Sloppy Giuseppe, and Ash and Jon had some 'pasta bullshit'. While we ate, we discussed our next move, and decided on going to a cinema in Leicester Square. After walking around to find something that was both interesting and wheelchair-accessible, we eventually saw Ghost Town. It was pretty good; quite funny in places, a bit too schmaltzy, but generally quite likeable. A solid 7/10 from me. After the movie we said our goodbyes, and I got the Underground back to King's Cross, before getting a train home. In all, it was a great day, and I felt comfortable around them; obviously James, who I've met many times before, and Jon, but also Ash.