Top o' the Mornin' to Ye!
Howdy my intrepid readers! Whether you spend it celebrating and feasting amongst family members, or burning small churches with your coven, I hope you're all enjoying the Christmas season thing.
So far my stay in London has been filled with food, which is a delicious turn of events that's also annoying for the waistline. I'm hoping that regular visits to the indoor pool here will help battle the combined forces of Christmas and English food. Yeh, there's an indoor pool in the place I'm staying in. It's my dad's girlfriend's parent's place, and mein goht it's...expensive here. Like, great red wrym type expensive. I feel like a bit of a cretin for not knowing which is the entree fork and which one is the main fork, but Aimee's parents seem to understand that Australians have table manners only when necessary, and don't really believe in multiple forks.
At the moment it's twelve in the evening on the 24th, actually almost one on the 25th, so you can tell that my body clock has adjusted way too well for its own good. Thus I have learnt that the one benefit of not having much of a sleeping pattern at all is that you can adjust the hours at which it occurs pretty easily. Go team anti-jetlag!
Today we finally got out of the house for a bit, and wandered about Winsdor. We pretty much just checked out the shops there, because we're doing a tour of the castle sometime later on. I found and bagged an awesome DVD whilst there though. Snakes on a Train. No, not Snakes on a Plane, the awesomely awful B movie with Samuel L. Jackson, which I honoured by wearing and eating snakes on my flight- but Snakes on a TRAIN, the awful off-shoot made in the same year. With zombie-curses and hundreds of deadly vipers in a small contained space also filled with people, you just know that this is going to be a *great* watch.
I've got some photos of Winsdor and Eton that I should post up, however my paid LJ account has expired so I have to figure a way around that and then I can post them. There's some pretty cool stuff so far, like the amusingly named Porny School and this decrepit old house whose windows are so lopsided that they look like they're clinging onto the wall for dear life. A lot of the old English architecture here just seems to be a lack of architecture at all, so bits and pieces of old buildings have shifted over time and tend to bulge out in places like excess weight. It's pretty interesting. Especially at luncheon type things with people you barely know.
Anyway, I better scuttle off now, as I'm getting pretty tired, and should probably take this opportunity to sleep like a bitch.
I'll be back, and with photos OMG!
S&Mel ^_^
So far my stay in London has been filled with food, which is a delicious turn of events that's also annoying for the waistline. I'm hoping that regular visits to the indoor pool here will help battle the combined forces of Christmas and English food. Yeh, there's an indoor pool in the place I'm staying in. It's my dad's girlfriend's parent's place, and mein goht it's...expensive here. Like, great red wrym type expensive. I feel like a bit of a cretin for not knowing which is the entree fork and which one is the main fork, but Aimee's parents seem to understand that Australians have table manners only when necessary, and don't really believe in multiple forks.
At the moment it's twelve in the evening on the 24th, actually almost one on the 25th, so you can tell that my body clock has adjusted way too well for its own good. Thus I have learnt that the one benefit of not having much of a sleeping pattern at all is that you can adjust the hours at which it occurs pretty easily. Go team anti-jetlag!
Today we finally got out of the house for a bit, and wandered about Winsdor. We pretty much just checked out the shops there, because we're doing a tour of the castle sometime later on. I found and bagged an awesome DVD whilst there though. Snakes on a Train. No, not Snakes on a Plane, the awesomely awful B movie with Samuel L. Jackson, which I honoured by wearing and eating snakes on my flight- but Snakes on a TRAIN, the awful off-shoot made in the same year. With zombie-curses and hundreds of deadly vipers in a small contained space also filled with people, you just know that this is going to be a *great* watch.
I've got some photos of Winsdor and Eton that I should post up, however my paid LJ account has expired so I have to figure a way around that and then I can post them. There's some pretty cool stuff so far, like the amusingly named Porny School and this decrepit old house whose windows are so lopsided that they look like they're clinging onto the wall for dear life. A lot of the old English architecture here just seems to be a lack of architecture at all, so bits and pieces of old buildings have shifted over time and tend to bulge out in places like excess weight. It's pretty interesting. Especially at luncheon type things with people you barely know.
Anyway, I better scuttle off now, as I'm getting pretty tired, and should probably take this opportunity to sleep like a bitch.
I'll be back, and with photos OMG!
S&Mel ^_^