Orange Hair, Mushy Peas, China Town and Hilarious Crime
Hello hello hello.
So what’s new?
Yesterday I went to see Lizzy G in central London. There was ‘China Town’ fun. We traipsed up and down the street to find the cheapest place to munch something. The last time I went to China town with Liz was distressing; I cried and had a cold so you can imagine the snot. This time however it was pleasant aided somewhat by the cheap German wine which accompanied the meal. It tasted like juice!
Then we wandered to a pub full of old men and pretty indie boys, a thrilling combination, sherry and snake bites aplenty.
On the train, drunk, back to Norbiton I was a little paranoid. The man across from me kept giving me looks. Rather than being rational about it and concluding it was because my once pink hair has now turned orange I decided he was planning on chopping me up into tiny pieces before I got back to my flat. I power walked to the triangle, he didn’t even get off at the same station as me.
Liam and VV were at Sarah’s but I didn’t come back to an empty flat. Maria had the TV blaring and Richard was on her bed looking…like a lazy Richard. So I sat and watched two films with them then made Richard a cup of tea before I went to bed. It felt just like Clay Hill.
This all may sound a bit mundane. I’ve just been flitting about. Going to University, seeing friends, dyeing my hair, making cups of tea, watching films, eating the creations I’ve dreamed up in the kitchen (mushy peas on Chinese noodles in my fusion dish of the fortnight.) Yes mundane but relaxing I’ve gotten rid of that frantic look in my eyes.
My room looks beautiful, I’ve got pictures all over my walls, there are T-Shirts all over my floor, my bed (my double bed! YAY!) is a nest and there are newspapers and magazines creating a colourful effect in every corner. It’s almost home. I’ve become a bit kitchen cleaning obsessed and I’m in danger of trying to mother everyone who comes through my front door but these things make me happy too. I’m sure in the future we won’t live with partners we’ll live in friendship groups making up mishmashed families. It almost bordering on American sitcom gold.
My thought of the day is don’t laugh at people being arrested. It’s just mean, if you’re a middle aged business man laughing I hope you get a nose bleed next time you do coke in the loos then I hope a policeman asks you to step outside and you TOO get a arrested. This man got taken away by the police at the train station yesterday, he cried and everything. Some sleazes and suits had a good chortle. I glared at them all the way to Waterloo, I’m sure they learned their lesson errrrr to a point anyway.
The ramble ends.
To my Leicestershire people I miss you muchley.
To the London kids MWHA your stuck with me until Christmas rolls around.
x x x x
Jillian
So what’s new?
Yesterday I went to see Lizzy G in central London. There was ‘China Town’ fun. We traipsed up and down the street to find the cheapest place to munch something. The last time I went to China town with Liz was distressing; I cried and had a cold so you can imagine the snot. This time however it was pleasant aided somewhat by the cheap German wine which accompanied the meal. It tasted like juice!
Then we wandered to a pub full of old men and pretty indie boys, a thrilling combination, sherry and snake bites aplenty.
On the train, drunk, back to Norbiton I was a little paranoid. The man across from me kept giving me looks. Rather than being rational about it and concluding it was because my once pink hair has now turned orange I decided he was planning on chopping me up into tiny pieces before I got back to my flat. I power walked to the triangle, he didn’t even get off at the same station as me.
Liam and VV were at Sarah’s but I didn’t come back to an empty flat. Maria had the TV blaring and Richard was on her bed looking…like a lazy Richard. So I sat and watched two films with them then made Richard a cup of tea before I went to bed. It felt just like Clay Hill.
This all may sound a bit mundane. I’ve just been flitting about. Going to University, seeing friends, dyeing my hair, making cups of tea, watching films, eating the creations I’ve dreamed up in the kitchen (mushy peas on Chinese noodles in my fusion dish of the fortnight.) Yes mundane but relaxing I’ve gotten rid of that frantic look in my eyes.
My room looks beautiful, I’ve got pictures all over my walls, there are T-Shirts all over my floor, my bed (my double bed! YAY!) is a nest and there are newspapers and magazines creating a colourful effect in every corner. It’s almost home. I’ve become a bit kitchen cleaning obsessed and I’m in danger of trying to mother everyone who comes through my front door but these things make me happy too. I’m sure in the future we won’t live with partners we’ll live in friendship groups making up mishmashed families. It almost bordering on American sitcom gold.
My thought of the day is don’t laugh at people being arrested. It’s just mean, if you’re a middle aged business man laughing I hope you get a nose bleed next time you do coke in the loos then I hope a policeman asks you to step outside and you TOO get a arrested. This man got taken away by the police at the train station yesterday, he cried and everything. Some sleazes and suits had a good chortle. I glared at them all the way to Waterloo, I’m sure they learned their lesson errrrr to a point anyway.
The ramble ends.
To my Leicestershire people I miss you muchley.
To the London kids MWHA your stuck with me until Christmas rolls around.
x x x x
Jillian