Random shite.
I woke up feeling SO GOOD this morning it was insane. I've had a weird out-of-my-head feeling for the past few days and today I woke up and didn't feel spacey at all. I have no idea what to attribute that to but it was nice while it lasted. Now of course I've got a phlegm-y sort of cough going on so poo on that. Anyway, I decided to go into the city and go via Trafalgar/Whitehall to the Southbank and walk about. As I was coming up the escalator at Leicester Square, I saw possibly the cutest thing ever. And by 'thing', I mean boy. He was walking up the broken escalator next to mine with two little boys (I'd say brothers or nephews as opposed to his own children), but the boys got tired and so he picked one up in each arm and ran up the rest of the escalator with them dangling over his shoulders and giggling hysterically. I don't think I'm describing it well, but as I was marveling at the adorableness, the girl in front of me turned around as if to say "Is anyone else seeing this?" and we smiled at each other at our shared moment of love for this man. When I got to the top of the escalator I was so disoriented and lovestruck I forgot I'd been meaning to head to Trafalgar Square and just went toward Leicester Square like I was heading to Piccadilly. My boyfriend was crossing the street behind me, saying to his little charges in an adorable Australian or South African accent, "Do you know where we are? We're in Leicester Square. The centre of London." I lost them after that, sadly, and took the long way round to my original path down Whitehall and over the bridge.
It was a big ol' clusterfuck outside the aquarium, and I was about to throw myself in the river with rage when I was distracted by someone whose life must be a little bit worse than mine. It was a man, I would hope working for the aquarium, dressed in full pirate gear, walking up and down the line saying "Arrrrr, did any of you pre-book tickets on the internet?" Do you think he's like a proper actor and every time he has to say that he dies a little inside? And why a pirate? Maybe he doesn't work for the aquarium, maybe he's just a nutter.
There was a very impressive statue-man on the path of statues along the bank. He'd really put some effort in; he was standing on a pillar with a little mini-gate around it and a remembrance wreath out in front. It was very realistic. I essentially walked all the way to London Bridge for no apparent reason, just cuz I couldn't stop. I'd intended to stop and have lunch and coffee somewhere but nothing was seeming quite right even thought I stopped in EVERY Eat thinking they'd have something new that I would really really want. So I walked all the way past the Globe and eventually DID find something at Eat that was satisfactory, then walked back to the benches in front of the National to eat it. When lunch was over I crossed Embankment Bridge and went up the Strand to Covent Garden and wandered round those parts for awhile.
Eventually I went back to catch the bus to head home, which ended up being surreal and insane when a mutiny broke out near Lord's Cricket Ground. The buses sometimes stop to 'regulate the service' (ie, stop a bunch of buses coming within 2 minutes of each other and then have a big ol' gap for half an hour), and they have a little announcement they can put over that explains this. But the driver didn't use the announcement thing at first, so we were just stopping at every stop for like 5 minutes til several passengers started yelling and complaining and then there was a mass walk-out at the cricket ground. It turned out the thing telling the driver to hold up just kept saying hold up even after all the waiting, and he was trying to explain this and the fact that passengers were getting hostile to his supervisor in heavily-accented English, and thus it had to be repeated several times. Eventually we sort of got on our way at a normal pace, around Swiss Cottage station, but it was just nuts, I thought a knife fight was gonna break out. British people are so funny like that, cuz they'll be sitting there completely silent and then just CRACK.
So after that long, weird time getting home, I made dinner and watched the Brit Awards. Some comments:
-I'd sort of like to be friends with Andrew Lloyd Webber. I don't know why. I think it's cuz he just made a deliciously bitchy (or 'cheeky') comment to Denise Van Outen about hooking up with Lee Mead.
-Aren't we over the Arctic Monkeys yet?? I am.
-Awwww, there's Kaiser Chiefs drummer and North of England stunner Nick Hodgson looking super cute! He's wearing like a grey polka dot button-up and a silkish looking scarf tied round his neck and giving Take That a very very smiley standing ovation when they got beaten for Best Live Act. I think, quite obviously, right pissed up.
-Ricky's looking good during the performance. Shite camera work and the set totally blocks Nick, but whatever.
-Awww, I kinda like Mark Ronson, even though he turned Amy Winehouse onto the crack.
Tom Hollander's got a new show, so I watched it. It's not very funny and his character isn't given much to do. Mainly it makes me want to watch Maybe Baby. They inject heroin into their eyeballs. They kill a social worker.
Anywho, I'm starting to feel quite unwell so I think I'll be getting to bed. Got official business to take care of tomorrow, like getting 87 forms of picture i.d. so LAMDA will just let me work for them!!
Ta now.