Ummm...
Quick explanation: My hormones hate me (seriously, they hate me) and since landing in London, in the week before my lady time (0_0) I basically become a depressed vegetable. It sucks, I know it's happening (which makes it worse quite frankly) and there's nought I can do about it. That's why my music marketing paper still needs to be written. So that's what happened this week. I became a depressed vegetable.
This week was very busy though. On Monday I cleaned my room, but didn't dust which was a bad idea. I should have dusted. Tuesday I finished most of my critical report and went to see Billy Elliot which I'll talk about more later. On Wednesday I woke up really early for my Art and Society class, saw a bust made out of blood and had a "movie" night with Amanda where we watched the first four episodes of The Mighty Boosh. For some reason I've been convinced for the last week that Old Gregg was introduced in the first series, but I was wrong, he came in the second. On Thursday I went to the 8th annual Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture where the topic was the number 42 and its relation to prime numbers. I didn't really understand 42's connection to prime numbers, there was something about harmonics and logarithms, but most of the last 1/4 of the lecture went right over my head. However Prof. Marcus du Sautoy was very interesting to listen to and Clive Anderson was the MC, so it wasn't a complete bust. Had a crappy night on Thursday, but Friday was fun despite the sleep deprivation. The highlight of the day was avant garde accordion music. As with Billy, the accordion showcase will be discussed in further detail after the round up. On Saturday I had my first UK PEO meeting and met a lot of nice older women and then went to Camden for their markets. I got a leather jacket (second hand), a t-shirt with a big strawberry on it, and a bag that says "Leave me alone! I don't like broccoli!" which is exactly my sentiment. This morning I had a weird realization that the UK hasn't entered daylight savings time yet and that I don't need to change my clocks. Before I go into my cultural review I will just say this: The War of Roses still doesn't make sense to me, the Tudor to Stuart transition makes some sense, and the Stuart to Hanoverian transition was just really stupid. Also, the Hanover's are the same as the Windsor's, just slightly less German. And Facebook needs to stop showing me ads about Mika, it just makes me sad that I didn't get to see him when I could have. Which is why I obsessively pour over Time Out on a daily basis now.
Billy Elliot
I saw the movie when it first came out on DVD and while I thoroughly enjoyed the dancing and the emotional stuff, the whole miners striking bits confused me. I tend to become bored with history after the Enlightenment and so anything from the 80's, in a foreign country is bound to be...foreign to me. Also, I'm not really enthusiastic about movies becoming Broadway musicals. Or books becoming Broadway musicals. I love "Good Morning Baltimore", but I don't necessarily want to see Hairspray. So when I went to see Billy Elliot with the social programme, I was ambivalent. I came away mildly impressed and desperate to see a real ballet (which I'll be doing in April.)
If you've seen the movie, you know what the plot is. Add in some music and a general confusion over where the act is ending and you've got the play. The young man/boy who played the part of Billy was a very good gymnast and an okay dancer, which considering how he's suppose to grow up to be this great dancer is kind of squiffy, but he was impressive nonetheless. The forced Northern accent bothered me at times, but the musical was good enough to allow me to ignore that fact. While I wouldn't necessarily recommend it to my friends, I was glad I went to see it.
Accordion Showcase
When I think of accordions I automatically think of polka music. I don't think of contemporary musical compositions written specifically for the accordion or studying the accordion at conservatory. All of these assumptions were dashed on Friday at the accordion showcase at the Royal Academy of Music. Accordion players do not just perform polkas and some of them compose really out there pieces for accordion. They also make the strangest faces known to the performing world. They make the faces other performers wish they could make.
But besides faces, the music was really interesting and very well performed. I'm not a huge fan of 20th century music, but I appreciate it more than I did a year ago (thanks music theory V!). The performers were all excellent and if you ever get the chance to go to London, be sure to check out RAM for an accordion showcase, it will be worth the cost it takes to travel on the Tube (it was a free performance.)
So that's the week. This week I'm going to see The Elixir of Love at the London Coliseum on Tuesday and The 39 Steps at the Criterion Theatre on Thursday and on Friday afternoon I'm going to Alice in Wonderland at the BFI Imax and then going to buy my weight in books, because I really need more books (not really.) Then it's Spring break and I'm off to Cardiff. I might update during that first and second week of spring break, because I have to bring my computer with me to Cardiff and Liverpool, but less likely during the third week when I'm in Glasgow and Leeds. Fun times are a-comin' my friends, so prepare yourselves. Until next time, don't panic.
14.3.10
8.3.10
The O2 Is Massive (My First Gig in London)
I realized at some point last night that I didn't bring my gig playlist notebook with me to London. This seems like a huge error in hindsight because not only did I see Lily Allen last night but I'm not going to see Miike Snow in May and so having that notebook would be really good. Oh well, I can just ask Mum to bring it with her.
Lily Allen at the O2 Arena
I have lots of notes from the first half of the show and maybe I'll get around to writing them up, but for now just think about this: Dizzee Rascal doing a rap to the guitar line from Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." It's much more wonderful than you might think.
Lily Allen at the O2 Arena
- Everyone's At It
- LDN
- Back to the Start
- 22
- Littlest Thing
- Smile
- Colloboration with Professor Green (possibly "Be Good to Me") At this point a fight errupted in the standing area near where Lily's dad and boyfriend were standing (which brings up it's own questions) and Lily walked off out of disgust. She came back on though and performed...
- Who'd Have Known (dedicated to her bf)
- I Could Say
- Brief instrumental interlude
- The Fear
- Womanizer
- Fuck You (dedicated to David Cameron)
- Not Fair (which went on forever and ever and ever and ever...)
I have lots of notes from the first half of the show and maybe I'll get around to writing them up, but for now just think about this: Dizzee Rascal doing a rap to the guitar line from Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." It's much more wonderful than you might think.
5.3.10
Culture in Three Acts
Before I even start today's entry I would like to make the following caveat: While I might posses large amount of natural musical talent, I don't really put a lot of effort into my clarinet studies. I mostly just coast on my God given talent. Therefore any criticism I make is followed by a firm understanding that the people I'm critisisng are much, much better than I am, by dint of being at conservatory and devoting their lives to music. I'm just picky.
Act I - Comedy
I had heard about the Comedy Store because of my Twitter feed (a normal source of information for me honestly.) Since I have Thursdays and Fridays free for the rest of the semester I decided I would go see Greg "The Giant" Davies* at the Comedy Store and have a bit of a laugh. However I somehow ended up buying two tickets, so even though this trip was originally suppose to be solo, I invited Amanda to come along.
The night started off well, namely because the bartender discounted my drink and called me pretty, though I could barely hear him. The comedians themselves though were absolutely hilarious for the most part. There were two acts with three comedians each. Two of the slots were given over to newbies, the first of which wasn't at all funny. The second one however did a poem/rap involving a llama and Obama and was generally very funny. The professional comedians were even funnier. Greg Davies talked in between comedians and one of the most memorable moments involved him giving fallatio to a giant owl/human hybrid. I was dying. Other memorable moments including Pierre the ski instructor ("We look up and say hello. Am I gay, straigh, bi, I don't know! Follow me!"), haggling with the person who's sticking you up (from 6 quid, to 3 quid, to 1 quid), and remembering that the customer might be carrying a gun (oh Reginald D. Hunter, you are one fraking hilarious man). I hope to go there again sometime in the future, if only so I can once again need to message my jaw from laughing so long.
Act II - Music
One of the things Reginald D. Hunter mentioned in his act was that the British don't really like people. As Amanda pointed out afterwards, it's not that they're unfriendly, it's just that the British aren't particularly friendly. On individual basis, yes some of them are very friendly. However when it comes to non-tourists attractions and restaurants/cafes, customer service doesn't really exist in the way Americans think. This concept was brought to the fore last night when I was dealing with the people at the Royal Academy of Music. Duke's Hall opens a half hour before the performance starts. I didn't know this and the person at reception didn't feel the need to tell me. I felt like a burke for a good half hour before I could get in. Which leads me to my helpful hint for travelling in London: Either know what you're doing or be able to pull off pretending that you know what you're doing.
The performance itself was somewhat mixed. The band itself was excellent and I really enjoyed their performance of Darius Milhaud's "Suite Francais" and Charles-Francois Gounod's "Petite Symphonie for wind instruments." However two quintet's also performed and while all the players were subperb, I had issues with both clarinettists. They made a "fff" sound while playing, something that my clarinet teacher and Prof. Bartrum would have a huge hissy fit over. In my mind making a "fff" sound means there's something wrong with your embouchure. The fact that these semi-professional performers were making that sound while playing distracted me to no end. But as my caveat mentioned, I'm just picky. The two women who performed were technically amazing and I'd never be able to do what they did. But the fuffing really bothered me.
Act III - Art, Fashion, and Literature
One of the things that I love about London is how close so many things are to each other. You can get from Leicester Square to Picadilly Circus to Oxford Circus within about a 20 minute walk. From Leicester Square you can get to Covent Garden and then over Holborn in the same amount of time, from which point you can get set out for the British Museum which I would guess is a ten minute walk. Oxford Circus gets to you to Bond Street going one way (west) and Regent's Park another way (north). All the major tourist attractions are within a half hour of each other walking. It's brilliant. So this afternoon I went from Holborn (Sir John Soane's Museum) to Covent Garden (the continual feeling of inadequacy) and then over to Marylebone High Street/Baker Street (Daunt Books of awesome.) I covered all of this in about an hour, not including the time spent at various locales along the way. So let's talk about the things I did in between walking.
Sir John Soane's Museum is insane. It's filled with artifacts of man obsessed with collecting things and making plaster molds of those things he couldn't get the originals of. I actually got confused going around the house, it was so cluttered and narrow. Best museum I've been to though, in part because it was so fascinating to look at and also because the audio tour I downloaded was narrated by Elenor Bron, whom I will always love because of Help!.
After my tour I went over to Covent Garden/Soho/Seven Dials area (and they are that close, I kid you not) to make myself feel inadequate. I don't know what it is about hipsters, but they make me feel less than I am, which is stupid because the last thing I want to be is a hipster. Nonetheless, going to that particular area makes me feel a little sad. However it's always fun to look in the shops and see the ridiculous things they're selling.
After my brief foray** with sadness I hoped on the Tube because I decided it would be too long to walk from Covent Garden to Baker Street (a decision that I stand by, even if I could have walked there.) My mission: by guide books for the spring break destinations. So I went to the Marylebone High Street and Daunt Books, which is amazing. With the number of non-fiction and history books they had I could have spent hours there, just looking. I walked away with two British history books and guide books for three of my four destinations (damn you Leeds) and really nice bag that I wasn't expecting to get. While I had set out to get a leather jacket, I think ending up with six books, one card and two postcards (from the museum) was a much better outcome.
That's all my culture for now. Tomorrow I go and see Lily Allen (!!!!!) at the O2 Arena and then next week I'm seeing Billy Elliot: The Musical and an accordion showcase at RAM (with knowledge I didn't have before.) I might add something on Friday and Saturday, but it depends on what Time Out London says is going on and whether I really want to see Alice in Wonderland. Until then, don't panic.
*I've given him that nickname, it's not his actual nickname, but he's 6'8", so it's a very apt nickname.
**I originally spelled this word faure, like the composer. This makes me sad.
Act I - Comedy
I had heard about the Comedy Store because of my Twitter feed (a normal source of information for me honestly.) Since I have Thursdays and Fridays free for the rest of the semester I decided I would go see Greg "The Giant" Davies* at the Comedy Store and have a bit of a laugh. However I somehow ended up buying two tickets, so even though this trip was originally suppose to be solo, I invited Amanda to come along.
The night started off well, namely because the bartender discounted my drink and called me pretty, though I could barely hear him. The comedians themselves though were absolutely hilarious for the most part. There were two acts with three comedians each. Two of the slots were given over to newbies, the first of which wasn't at all funny. The second one however did a poem/rap involving a llama and Obama and was generally very funny. The professional comedians were even funnier. Greg Davies talked in between comedians and one of the most memorable moments involved him giving fallatio to a giant owl/human hybrid. I was dying. Other memorable moments including Pierre the ski instructor ("We look up and say hello. Am I gay, straigh, bi, I don't know! Follow me!"), haggling with the person who's sticking you up (from 6 quid, to 3 quid, to 1 quid), and remembering that the customer might be carrying a gun (oh Reginald D. Hunter, you are one fraking hilarious man). I hope to go there again sometime in the future, if only so I can once again need to message my jaw from laughing so long.
Act II - Music
One of the things Reginald D. Hunter mentioned in his act was that the British don't really like people. As Amanda pointed out afterwards, it's not that they're unfriendly, it's just that the British aren't particularly friendly. On individual basis, yes some of them are very friendly. However when it comes to non-tourists attractions and restaurants/cafes, customer service doesn't really exist in the way Americans think. This concept was brought to the fore last night when I was dealing with the people at the Royal Academy of Music. Duke's Hall opens a half hour before the performance starts. I didn't know this and the person at reception didn't feel the need to tell me. I felt like a burke for a good half hour before I could get in. Which leads me to my helpful hint for travelling in London: Either know what you're doing or be able to pull off pretending that you know what you're doing.
The performance itself was somewhat mixed. The band itself was excellent and I really enjoyed their performance of Darius Milhaud's "Suite Francais" and Charles-Francois Gounod's "Petite Symphonie for wind instruments." However two quintet's also performed and while all the players were subperb, I had issues with both clarinettists. They made a "fff" sound while playing, something that my clarinet teacher and Prof. Bartrum would have a huge hissy fit over. In my mind making a "fff" sound means there's something wrong with your embouchure. The fact that these semi-professional performers were making that sound while playing distracted me to no end. But as my caveat mentioned, I'm just picky. The two women who performed were technically amazing and I'd never be able to do what they did. But the fuffing really bothered me.
Act III - Art, Fashion, and Literature
One of the things that I love about London is how close so many things are to each other. You can get from Leicester Square to Picadilly Circus to Oxford Circus within about a 20 minute walk. From Leicester Square you can get to Covent Garden and then over Holborn in the same amount of time, from which point you can get set out for the British Museum which I would guess is a ten minute walk. Oxford Circus gets to you to Bond Street going one way (west) and Regent's Park another way (north). All the major tourist attractions are within a half hour of each other walking. It's brilliant. So this afternoon I went from Holborn (Sir John Soane's Museum) to Covent Garden (the continual feeling of inadequacy) and then over to Marylebone High Street/Baker Street (Daunt Books of awesome.) I covered all of this in about an hour, not including the time spent at various locales along the way. So let's talk about the things I did in between walking.
Sir John Soane's Museum is insane. It's filled with artifacts of man obsessed with collecting things and making plaster molds of those things he couldn't get the originals of. I actually got confused going around the house, it was so cluttered and narrow. Best museum I've been to though, in part because it was so fascinating to look at and also because the audio tour I downloaded was narrated by Elenor Bron, whom I will always love because of Help!.
After my tour I went over to Covent Garden/Soho/Seven Dials area (and they are that close, I kid you not) to make myself feel inadequate. I don't know what it is about hipsters, but they make me feel less than I am, which is stupid because the last thing I want to be is a hipster. Nonetheless, going to that particular area makes me feel a little sad. However it's always fun to look in the shops and see the ridiculous things they're selling.
After my brief foray** with sadness I hoped on the Tube because I decided it would be too long to walk from Covent Garden to Baker Street (a decision that I stand by, even if I could have walked there.) My mission: by guide books for the spring break destinations. So I went to the Marylebone High Street and Daunt Books, which is amazing. With the number of non-fiction and history books they had I could have spent hours there, just looking. I walked away with two British history books and guide books for three of my four destinations (damn you Leeds) and really nice bag that I wasn't expecting to get. While I had set out to get a leather jacket, I think ending up with six books, one card and two postcards (from the museum) was a much better outcome.
That's all my culture for now. Tomorrow I go and see Lily Allen (!!!!!) at the O2 Arena and then next week I'm seeing Billy Elliot: The Musical and an accordion showcase at RAM (with knowledge I didn't have before.) I might add something on Friday and Saturday, but it depends on what Time Out London says is going on and whether I really want to see Alice in Wonderland. Until then, don't panic.
*I've given him that nickname, it's not his actual nickname, but he's 6'8", so it's a very apt nickname.
**I originally spelled this word faure, like the composer. This makes me sad.
3.3.10
Crazy Lady Rocking Back and Forth
Why won't they ever shut up? What is the point in being loud all the time? What is the point of turning up your music really loudly, so loudly that you can't hear each other speak so you have to talk really loudly? Why do they feel the need to do this every night, night after night? Do they not have classes in the morning? Do they not give a fucking shit about the classes they may or may not actually be in? Are they just at university to get away from their parents and if so, why torture every one around them? Why spend thousands and thousands of pounds just to spend your night playing music really loudly, drinking too much, and shouting at your friends? Do they not realize how shit the economy is right now? Do they not realize that frittering away their parents money is a) really disrespectful to their parents and b) makes no economic sense? Do they just not give a shit about the people in this flat? Is everyone else in the flat somewhere else or am I just overly sensitive to really fucking loud music? Are my other flatmates just simply deaf to the evil flatmates noise? How do they pass their classes when they spend all their time partying? Why do I let them make me feel so awful? I'm not the bad person, there is nothing wrong with wanting to get 8 hours of sleep on a regular basis and going to bed before 2am in the morning. Why do they feel the need to make my life hell? What have I ever done to them, other than expect them to act with a modicum of maturity? Following that point, why can't they act like adults? I know they're a few years younger than me, but honestly, why can't they act like adults? Is it so hard to take other people into consideration? Also, don't they realize that just because it says "Fire Door" that doesn't mean it's sound proof? The ability to block fire does not mean it blocks sound. Also, as music majors, shouldn't they realize how bass works? It carries. That simple, bass carries. Therefore playing the bass extraordinarily loud means that anyone (me) can hear it, no matter what you think. So, in conclusion, why the fuck won't they ever shut up?
28.2.10
General Updates
So the past week has been extraordinarily stressful, but just as I decided to not complain about the days before leaving for London, I've decided to not complain here about my horrible flatmates. They don't deserve the amount of attention I give them, even if they do cause me an undue amount of stress and anxiety. However tomorrow is the first day of March which heralds a period of both work and cultural enrichment. First though, the final show for my music radio class.
The pilot wasn't exactly brilliant by any means. Listening to myself, a task I find very taxing, was even worse because I kept going "uh" and "um." So I wrote out a complete script with every single word I was to say during the show. That combined with the RCS Selector working made the final much, much better than the pilot. I was exceedingly pleased with the show and will miss this class despite the 14 hours it required. I've been invited to the next class which is about podcasting, but I won't be taking them up on it because a) I don't think Dave was serious and b) I've got a lot of papers to write in the next four weeks. First there's the paper for music radio which is 3,000 to 4,000 words and then there's the paper for music marketing and a paper for Art and Society, neither of which are as long (1,000 and 1,500 respectively.) That's what Thursdays and Fridays are for - paper writing.
However, Thursday and Friday nights are for cultural enrichment. This week Amanda and I are going to the Comedy Store on Thursday and then on Friday I'm seeing the Royal Academy of Music's band (or symphonic wind if you want to be fancy.) The week after is Billy Elliot the musical (with the social programme) and on Friday, the Royal Academy of Music is hosting an accordion showcase which I will be attending. Then on the 18th I'll be seeing The 39 Steps. Of course school comes first, but I'm really quite excited about this month, should be lots of fun.
This past weekend was also a cultural experience for me. The social programme took us to Stonehenge and Bath, both of which were very interesting. Stonehenge was...smaller than I thought it would be, but very remarkable none the less. I got a couple really amazing pictures, but since the weather wasn't really cooperating, it was hard to take really great pictures. I got a postcard and a plushie sheep who has been named Shaun after Shaun the Sheep (original, I know.)
My one regret with Bath is that I didn't have more time in it. We only had a few hours during which I spent a quarter of it at lunch and fifty percent in the Roman Baths where I drank some healing waters. However I did get to spend some time at the Jane Austen Centre and at the Bath Abbey. I'm planning on spending another day during my last week here at Bath though, if only so I can take the Jane Austen audio tour of the city. The Roman Baths were really something though, despite the rain. A bit boring, but in terms of the history and all that, very interesting. The best bit though was the acquisition of a teddy bear at the Jane Austen Centre who I have named Mr. Knightly. We watched Sense and Sensibility tonight.
So that's it for now. I've worked out all the train stuff for my spring break trips as well as trip to Dublin in May (which also involves being on a ferry for three hours.) I also encountered my first group of football fans who were both very loud and very amusing. I'm not really a sports persons so seeing and hearing a bunch of people who are so enthusiastic about a sports match was greatly amusing to me. Until next time, whenever that might be, don't panic.
The pilot wasn't exactly brilliant by any means. Listening to myself, a task I find very taxing, was even worse because I kept going "uh" and "um." So I wrote out a complete script with every single word I was to say during the show. That combined with the RCS Selector working made the final much, much better than the pilot. I was exceedingly pleased with the show and will miss this class despite the 14 hours it required. I've been invited to the next class which is about podcasting, but I won't be taking them up on it because a) I don't think Dave was serious and b) I've got a lot of papers to write in the next four weeks. First there's the paper for music radio which is 3,000 to 4,000 words and then there's the paper for music marketing and a paper for Art and Society, neither of which are as long (1,000 and 1,500 respectively.) That's what Thursdays and Fridays are for - paper writing.
However, Thursday and Friday nights are for cultural enrichment. This week Amanda and I are going to the Comedy Store on Thursday and then on Friday I'm seeing the Royal Academy of Music's band (or symphonic wind if you want to be fancy.) The week after is Billy Elliot the musical (with the social programme) and on Friday, the Royal Academy of Music is hosting an accordion showcase which I will be attending. Then on the 18th I'll be seeing The 39 Steps. Of course school comes first, but I'm really quite excited about this month, should be lots of fun.
This past weekend was also a cultural experience for me. The social programme took us to Stonehenge and Bath, both of which were very interesting. Stonehenge was...smaller than I thought it would be, but very remarkable none the less. I got a couple really amazing pictures, but since the weather wasn't really cooperating, it was hard to take really great pictures. I got a postcard and a plushie sheep who has been named Shaun after Shaun the Sheep (original, I know.)
My one regret with Bath is that I didn't have more time in it. We only had a few hours during which I spent a quarter of it at lunch and fifty percent in the Roman Baths where I drank some healing waters. However I did get to spend some time at the Jane Austen Centre and at the Bath Abbey. I'm planning on spending another day during my last week here at Bath though, if only so I can take the Jane Austen audio tour of the city. The Roman Baths were really something though, despite the rain. A bit boring, but in terms of the history and all that, very interesting. The best bit though was the acquisition of a teddy bear at the Jane Austen Centre who I have named Mr. Knightly. We watched Sense and Sensibility tonight.
So that's it for now. I've worked out all the train stuff for my spring break trips as well as trip to Dublin in May (which also involves being on a ferry for three hours.) I also encountered my first group of football fans who were both very loud and very amusing. I'm not really a sports persons so seeing and hearing a bunch of people who are so enthusiastic about a sports match was greatly amusing to me. Until next time, whenever that might be, don't panic.
22.2.10
Mwahahahahaha
I've got a plan. I went and talked to the receptionist who, very knowingly I might add, said "There are three ways you can go about this" and proceeded to give me three different numbers that all do the same thing: Get a security guy to tell my evil flatmate to turn that shit down. He also said that, if need be, the power can be cut. So here's the plan: The minute things get loud after 11pm I'm calling reception and getting a security guy to turn that shit down. Especially this Thursday. I refuse to be sleep deprived before my final music radio class aka the show that's worth 90% of my grade. While I don't exactly feel better, I feel more empowered, which is fine by me. The funny/ironic thing is that I just had a conversation with said evil flatmate who seemed really surprised that I could hear his near deafening music in my room. I just nodded and said "Yeah, it's pretty loud." And then did an evil laugh in my room.
That's it really. I went to All Saint's on Margaret Street for their evensong service which was really, really lovely and made me almost cry two or three times. Linoleum works really well as medium on which to paint, in case you ever feel the need. As I may have mentioned a few thousand times my final assessment for music radio is on Friday, so there's that as well. We (the group) had a meeting today where we bonded over animal cruelty. I'm going to miss those guys. Also, the play I'm seeing with my Mom has Harry Lloyd in it aka Baines from Human Nature and The Family of Blood which means not only does my sister get to be jealous of me, so do all my friends who like Doctor Who as much as I do. I'm also seeing The 39 Steps and Greg "I'm a giant" Davies. March is going to be awesome.
And once again, that's it. Nothing else to be said. Don't panic.
That's it really. I went to All Saint's on Margaret Street for their evensong service which was really, really lovely and made me almost cry two or three times. Linoleum works really well as medium on which to paint, in case you ever feel the need. As I may have mentioned a few thousand times my final assessment for music radio is on Friday, so there's that as well. We (the group) had a meeting today where we bonded over animal cruelty. I'm going to miss those guys. Also, the play I'm seeing with my Mom has Harry Lloyd in it aka Baines from Human Nature and The Family of Blood which means not only does my sister get to be jealous of me, so do all my friends who like Doctor Who as much as I do. I'm also seeing The 39 Steps and Greg "I'm a giant" Davies. March is going to be awesome.
And once again, that's it. Nothing else to be said. Don't panic.
20.2.10
Keeping Myself Level
My flatmates continue to be arses, but I've decided that if they keep it up into the week I'm going to go complain about a violation of the tenancy agreement (because technically that's exactly what they're doing, violating their tenancy agreement.) However I had a fairly good day despite being quite depressed over my living situation.
Every weekend (when I don't have a social programme to go to) I plan little excursions for myself. Usually it involves shopping because I really like shopping. This weekend's excursion was to Covenant Garden because I was told my market guidebook that the Apple Market at Covenant Garden is quite good (I'm easily persuaded by guidebooks, especially ones that market themselves as experts on non-touristy things.) I went to a really busy but very nice restaurant called Cafe Mode where I had a spicy pepperoni pizza that lived up to it's name. Turned out the little green and red peppers I thought weren't going to be spicy were extremely spice and so I picked them all off after eating one of the green ones (jalapeño would be my guess.) The manager lady called me lovey which I thought was a nice touch if a bit odd. Then it was off to the market.
The Apple Market, much like the renewed Spitalfields, has a large number of permanent stores including David and Goliath and Savage London. I went into a large number of those stores, but unlike with Spitalfields I didn't actually buy anything in them, which made me happy on a certain level. I did a look around all the stalls before doing a quick check of the Jubilee Market where I got a nice pair of blue earrings with dried up flowers in them. I wasn't that impressed with the Jubilee Market, but the highlight of the entire trip was the ZHL String Ensemble who were busking in the lower court of the market. They performed really well known pieces (obviously) but performed them with a lot of energy and even add a bit of motion whenever the could manage. They were so good I decided to buy they're CD, which turned out to be a perfect purchase given my current situation. The album is called "Classical dreams" with the sub-title of "A relaxing collection of popular classics." My final purchase of the day was a sweatshirt from one of the Apple Market stalls. It has a cartoon bunny face on it. I'm happy about it.
Finally, here are a couple of things I've done based on the recommendation of other people (a list that will grow after Tuesday.)
Every weekend (when I don't have a social programme to go to) I plan little excursions for myself. Usually it involves shopping because I really like shopping. This weekend's excursion was to Covenant Garden because I was told my market guidebook that the Apple Market at Covenant Garden is quite good (I'm easily persuaded by guidebooks, especially ones that market themselves as experts on non-touristy things.) I went to a really busy but very nice restaurant called Cafe Mode where I had a spicy pepperoni pizza that lived up to it's name. Turned out the little green and red peppers I thought weren't going to be spicy were extremely spice and so I picked them all off after eating one of the green ones (jalapeño would be my guess.) The manager lady called me lovey which I thought was a nice touch if a bit odd. Then it was off to the market.
The Apple Market, much like the renewed Spitalfields, has a large number of permanent stores including David and Goliath and Savage London. I went into a large number of those stores, but unlike with Spitalfields I didn't actually buy anything in them, which made me happy on a certain level. I did a look around all the stalls before doing a quick check of the Jubilee Market where I got a nice pair of blue earrings with dried up flowers in them. I wasn't that impressed with the Jubilee Market, but the highlight of the entire trip was the ZHL String Ensemble who were busking in the lower court of the market. They performed really well known pieces (obviously) but performed them with a lot of energy and even add a bit of motion whenever the could manage. They were so good I decided to buy they're CD, which turned out to be a perfect purchase given my current situation. The album is called "Classical dreams" with the sub-title of "A relaxing collection of popular classics." My final purchase of the day was a sweatshirt from one of the Apple Market stalls. It has a cartoon bunny face on it. I'm happy about it.
Finally, here are a couple of things I've done based on the recommendation of other people (a list that will grow after Tuesday.)
- Eaten at Paul's. My grandmother recommended this cute little French sandwich/bread/wonderful pastries/baked goods cafe. I went there after my Art and Society class in the second week and while I'm sure the calories I ingested were numerous, it was a great sandwich and slice of chocolate cake, so well worth the calories.
- Going to Apple Market. While the market was endorsed by my market guide book, it was originally recommended by one of the Danish girls I met at the boat party. She also recommended Lush, which smells highly fragrant soaps and other things. I stood outside their shop and breathed deeply.
18.2.10
Please Be Quiet
Since I currently have brain dribbling out my ears, here are some bullet points:
- I had my first celebrity sighting today: Emma Bunton aka Baby Spice. Took a little while to recognize who it was I was starring at, but yeah I saw Baby Spice.
- The Brits were on Tuesday and weren't a complete wash. Lady Gaga won three and Lily Allen walked away with Best Female Solo Artist, so that's nice. However I couldn't watch the ceremonies, even though I'm in the right country, so my Twitter feed was completely confusing me since they all seemed to be watching it.
- After my Art and Society class I made it my mission to return the pair of jeans I had bought at Topshop. Due to this I completely hate that store and hope never to set foot there again. I did however return the jeans, so that's a plus.
- I've decided that the some of the people who live around me are absolute prats. I like to imagine that I'm a reasonable person, but there's only so much loudly played crap music I can take before I might just go crazy. Last night for instance: I go to bed around 11pm and a few of my flatmates and their friends where in the kitchen playing the Strokes really loudly. Loud enough for me to hear Mr. Casablancas vocals pretty clearly. I go and ask them to turn it down. Get ready for bed. Just as I'm settling into my warm "comfy" bed, really loud music seeps through my earplugs. From the kitchen. Same group of people. As I said, I like to consider myself a reasonable human being and even though I didn't start screaming at them for being rude prats, I really wanted to. Because that's what they are: Huge prats.
- Liberty's is where money goes to die a ridiculous death
15.2.10
I CAN Talk
When I started in radio I didn't talk. I've since learned how to talk and tonight I proved that not only can I talk, but I can talk while two really cool people are looking on. This is important because I have a two hour pilot programme on Friday where I'm going to be talking quite a bit in front of many really cool people. I really think I'm worrying over nothing, but since the show is 90% of my grade and this is the one class I really, really care about, I'd like to do well. I'd also like to impress my classmates since one of them doesn't think I'm capable of doing this and I don't really know what the rest of them think of me or my capabilities as a host. I also kind of see this as test of the "skills" I've been "cultivating" for the past two and half years. If I can do this than just maybe I can make it as a real DJ.
In other news I downloaded the Courteeners' single this morning and have since downloaded Mumford and Sons' single "The Cave" which has trumpets in it which is why I like it. I swear, if a track has trumpets in it, I'll almost automatically love it. I also booked a room for Leeds, so my spring break is entirely taken care of which is good. Turns out it takes like four or five hours to get to Glasgow by train, but I'm hoping for really pretty scenery, just as I'm expecting my visit to Cardiff to be geek-tacular (go Doctor Who museum!). Finally, I really should unfollow Ricky Wilson on Twitter, it's doing my head in. It's just as bad, if not possibly worse than, being "active" in the Kaiser Chiefs livejournal community. However I probably won't because it makes me smile.
For those of you wondering how Greenwich was, it was overcast. One of the tour guides we had looked like Aaron Eckhart though, so that was pretty sweet. Aaron Eckhart with darker hair and a British accent, just imagine. But yeah, the actual time spent in Greenwich wasn't that interesting to be honest. I think there are certain tourist attractions that can only be visited once before they become really boring and Greenwich is one of them. I'd like to go back for the market though. I've become something of a market maven, now that I have a guide book and all that.
Last piece of interesting: My Vince figurine has moved from the wall next to my desk to being what I call "Protector of the Music." Basically when my Zune is charging, Vince leans up against it. Since he has guitars on his trousers, I think it's appropriate. So that's it. If I don't update before Friday, I'll definitely update either Saturday or Sunday with news on the pilot. Until then, don't panic.
In other news I downloaded the Courteeners' single this morning and have since downloaded Mumford and Sons' single "The Cave" which has trumpets in it which is why I like it. I swear, if a track has trumpets in it, I'll almost automatically love it. I also booked a room for Leeds, so my spring break is entirely taken care of which is good. Turns out it takes like four or five hours to get to Glasgow by train, but I'm hoping for really pretty scenery, just as I'm expecting my visit to Cardiff to be geek-tacular (go Doctor Who museum!). Finally, I really should unfollow Ricky Wilson on Twitter, it's doing my head in. It's just as bad, if not possibly worse than, being "active" in the Kaiser Chiefs livejournal community. However I probably won't because it makes me smile.
For those of you wondering how Greenwich was, it was overcast. One of the tour guides we had looked like Aaron Eckhart though, so that was pretty sweet. Aaron Eckhart with darker hair and a British accent, just imagine. But yeah, the actual time spent in Greenwich wasn't that interesting to be honest. I think there are certain tourist attractions that can only be visited once before they become really boring and Greenwich is one of them. I'd like to go back for the market though. I've become something of a market maven, now that I have a guide book and all that.
Last piece of interesting: My Vince figurine has moved from the wall next to my desk to being what I call "Protector of the Music." Basically when my Zune is charging, Vince leans up against it. Since he has guitars on his trousers, I think it's appropriate. So that's it. If I don't update before Friday, I'll definitely update either Saturday or Sunday with news on the pilot. Until then, don't panic.
12.2.10
Top Tracks
Right, making up for my lack of updating by talking about how I have an uncanny ability to pick up on non-American music, even when I think they're American.
One of the perks of being in London is that I get to hear songs that I wouldn't have heard in the States, either because I don't listen to the radio or because they aren't available in the States. Take for instance my top four tracks at the moment. One of them hasn't officially been released and one of them was featured in (500) Days of Summmer, but the other two are fairly unique to the UK. And except for the track that was in the movie, they're all British artists :fake shock:
"Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap was featured in the film that I have a love/hate relationship (500) Days of Summer and when I first heard the song I thought it was a band doing a poor knock-off of vintage U2. Then I got to London and started listening to Radio 1 everyday and heard the song about once or twice a day and it started to grow on me. And continued to grow on me. Except I had no idea what the title of the song was until I looked up the soundtrack for (500) Days of Summer on Wikipedia. And it was at that point that I thought, "Aww hell. I really like this track quite a bit, why not download it?" It's not often that I download tracks that have grown on me, but the atmospheric quality of the song and the mushiness of the lyrics got to me and won me over. However I thought that I had found an American track. Not so much. Turns out the Temper Trap are Australian, which is basically knock-off British.
Another atmospheric track that didn't so much grow on me as seep into my brain and stay there is "Velvet" by the Big Pink. I got the title of the song and the band confused for a little bit, but can you blame me really? I don't think the album has gotten much exposure in the US, but if you're looking for a track that is both romantic and techno wrapped up in one, you need to listen to this song. As with the Temper Trap I thought the band was American, but they're actually a duo based in London. As Rob* would say it's a massive track.
So is Hot Chip's "One Life Stand." For awhile I couldn't figure out what it was they were singing, but I liked the track right off the bat and liked it even more when once I figured out what the chorus was. The track has a great beat and the lyrics are very clever. I don't have much else to say because I already knew the band was British (thanks NMTB!) and it's just a great song. Clever lyrics, great melody line, very danceable. For some reason I've really gotten into music that I can dance to, not that I ever dance, but I've really gotten to like that kind of music for some reason. Anywho, moving on.
The last track that I've discovered thanks to Radio 1 (seriously, sometimes they play good music and when they do it's really quite awesome) hasn't actually been released yet. That's the only problem with listening to the radio. They get tracks way ahead of the release date and so even though you'd like to have the song for your own, you can't because it hasn't actually been released yet. Such is the case with the Courteeners' "You Over Did It Doll." While I'm not wholly enthusiastic about the band, this track is really good in my opinion. The chorus is very catchy (even if I can't understand all of it) and as with the other tracks I've mentioned there's definitely a danceable beat in it, though as a hipster I can only bop my head to it. The video for it is good as well, though a bit odd at the end. It gets released on Monday and we all know I'm going to be downloading it first thing in the morning.
On a final note, I've discovered what sledge means. In the Kaiser Chiefs song "Everything is Average Nowadays" part of the lyrics for bridge talk about needing a "sledge and a hill in heavy weather." I've always been massively confused as to what a sledge is until Ricky Wilson tweeted about how he'd made a glass sledge table. And I looked at the really crappy picture he posted along with the tweet. And hence why I know what a sledge is: It's British for sled. Yay, I'm sad and pathetic, but the song makes more sense now, so it's worth it.
*Rob is a guy in my music radio class who is acting as assistant producer for the assessment. He can also pull off a pretty good American accent, which is impressive for a guy from Yorkshire. He was really pleased though that I thought he pulled it off well, what with me being American. It was cute in a way.
One of the perks of being in London is that I get to hear songs that I wouldn't have heard in the States, either because I don't listen to the radio or because they aren't available in the States. Take for instance my top four tracks at the moment. One of them hasn't officially been released and one of them was featured in (500) Days of Summmer, but the other two are fairly unique to the UK. And except for the track that was in the movie, they're all British artists :fake shock:
"Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap was featured in the film that I have a love/hate relationship (500) Days of Summer and when I first heard the song I thought it was a band doing a poor knock-off of vintage U2. Then I got to London and started listening to Radio 1 everyday and heard the song about once or twice a day and it started to grow on me. And continued to grow on me. Except I had no idea what the title of the song was until I looked up the soundtrack for (500) Days of Summer on Wikipedia. And it was at that point that I thought, "Aww hell. I really like this track quite a bit, why not download it?" It's not often that I download tracks that have grown on me, but the atmospheric quality of the song and the mushiness of the lyrics got to me and won me over. However I thought that I had found an American track. Not so much. Turns out the Temper Trap are Australian, which is basically knock-off British.
Another atmospheric track that didn't so much grow on me as seep into my brain and stay there is "Velvet" by the Big Pink. I got the title of the song and the band confused for a little bit, but can you blame me really? I don't think the album has gotten much exposure in the US, but if you're looking for a track that is both romantic and techno wrapped up in one, you need to listen to this song. As with the Temper Trap I thought the band was American, but they're actually a duo based in London. As Rob* would say it's a massive track.
So is Hot Chip's "One Life Stand." For awhile I couldn't figure out what it was they were singing, but I liked the track right off the bat and liked it even more when once I figured out what the chorus was. The track has a great beat and the lyrics are very clever. I don't have much else to say because I already knew the band was British (thanks NMTB!) and it's just a great song. Clever lyrics, great melody line, very danceable. For some reason I've really gotten into music that I can dance to, not that I ever dance, but I've really gotten to like that kind of music for some reason. Anywho, moving on.
The last track that I've discovered thanks to Radio 1 (seriously, sometimes they play good music and when they do it's really quite awesome) hasn't actually been released yet. That's the only problem with listening to the radio. They get tracks way ahead of the release date and so even though you'd like to have the song for your own, you can't because it hasn't actually been released yet. Such is the case with the Courteeners' "You Over Did It Doll." While I'm not wholly enthusiastic about the band, this track is really good in my opinion. The chorus is very catchy (even if I can't understand all of it) and as with the other tracks I've mentioned there's definitely a danceable beat in it, though as a hipster I can only bop my head to it. The video for it is good as well, though a bit odd at the end. It gets released on Monday and we all know I'm going to be downloading it first thing in the morning.
On a final note, I've discovered what sledge means. In the Kaiser Chiefs song "Everything is Average Nowadays" part of the lyrics for bridge talk about needing a "sledge and a hill in heavy weather." I've always been massively confused as to what a sledge is until Ricky Wilson tweeted about how he'd made a glass sledge table. And I looked at the really crappy picture he posted along with the tweet. And hence why I know what a sledge is: It's British for sled. Yay, I'm sad and pathetic, but the song makes more sense now, so it's worth it.
*Rob is a guy in my music radio class who is acting as assistant producer for the assessment. He can also pull off a pretty good American accent, which is impressive for a guy from Yorkshire. He was really pleased though that I thought he pulled it off well, what with me being American. It was cute in a way.
11.2.10
It's All A Bit Strange
Sad fact: Because of the Chris Moyles show I'm now following Ricky Wilson on Twitter. I'm also following Rick and Nick's new record label, which is less sad, but related. However the band has been acting really cute, or I should say Ricky has been acting really cute. First there's the NME story where he said "After a couple of months [off] we got bored,then I got really bored, then mind-numbingly bored and that's when you start thinking about the fact you want to get up and do something again." And then he said this on his Twitter feed: "I'm rediscovering blu-tack. Cheerful stuff." Granted I have to agree with him because blu-tack is what's holding up all of my wall decorations at the moment but still: Awww. Or at least that's how you react when you're a crazy person.
I also have something to confess. This whole London thing, while absolutely brilliant in many different ways, just seems kind of surreal in a way. When I'm in my room, or I'm doing something (eg class, day trips, etc.) I don't really think about how just kind of strange this whole experience is. I think it helps that I have familiar things around me (like my computer) but then again, I'm in London. I'm taking classes I would never get to take at home. I can go see a West End production for relatively really cheap and then go see a benefit concert at the Royal Albert Hall for really super cheap. It's just so strange to think about. Granted I spend most of my time not thinking about it, but every once in a while my mind drifts to the thought "I'm in London" and it all turns kind of strange. Though this is not to say that I'm complaining. I'm pretty much loving most of the minutes I'm here. I've got nearly nothing to complain about :cough:rail closures on the weekend:cough:. It's all just kind of...surreal to think about. Far less surreal when the wind is whipping about your face and making you all cold. But the thinking is weird.
The reason I'm bringing this up because at 10:20pm I can hear a track from Kate Nash's second album on XFM and I'll actually get to listen to it without any issue. And Ricky Wilson. Damn his eyes*.
*Newsbeat (my news source while I'm here) had a story on free music streaming sites and various hubbub and they started the story with Mika talking about how free streaming sites are the future. I freaked out a little bit and then realized his accent, in comparison to certain people, is kind of bland. Doesn't really change anything, but just an interesting observation.
I also have something to confess. This whole London thing, while absolutely brilliant in many different ways, just seems kind of surreal in a way. When I'm in my room, or I'm doing something (eg class, day trips, etc.) I don't really think about how just kind of strange this whole experience is. I think it helps that I have familiar things around me (like my computer) but then again, I'm in London. I'm taking classes I would never get to take at home. I can go see a West End production for relatively really cheap and then go see a benefit concert at the Royal Albert Hall for really super cheap. It's just so strange to think about. Granted I spend most of my time not thinking about it, but every once in a while my mind drifts to the thought "I'm in London" and it all turns kind of strange. Though this is not to say that I'm complaining. I'm pretty much loving most of the minutes I'm here. I've got nearly nothing to complain about :cough:rail closures on the weekend:cough:. It's all just kind of...surreal to think about. Far less surreal when the wind is whipping about your face and making you all cold. But the thinking is weird.
The reason I'm bringing this up because at 10:20pm I can hear a track from Kate Nash's second album on XFM and I'll actually get to listen to it without any issue. And Ricky Wilson. Damn his eyes*.
*Newsbeat (my news source while I'm here) had a story on free music streaming sites and various hubbub and they started the story with Mika talking about how free streaming sites are the future. I freaked out a little bit and then realized his accent, in comparison to certain people, is kind of bland. Doesn't really change anything, but just an interesting observation.
Mmmm Cider
And my general lethargy and classes end my run at updating on a more regular basis. Huzzah.
Yesterday my Art and Society class went to St. Paul's Cathedral. The last time I was there (and yes, this another one of those places I've been too before, suck it up) I was a million times more in shape, wearing brown pumps and was accompanied by my sister and grandmother. Yesterday I proved to myself, yet again, how not in shape I am, was wearing a sensible pair of walking shoes, and was with my class. The biggest between difference though between yesterday and many years ago is that I didn't make it to the top of St. Paul's because I have a huge fear of heights and no one to peer pressure me to walk up 150 grated stairs in a narrow passage way to look over a barrier that is the only difference between me and me falling 85 metres to my untimely death. I also had a meeting for my music radio class to go to, so I could comfort my slightly bruised ego with that fact. Still I made it to the Stone Gallery (where you can see outside) and got a picture of the Pickle (Gherkin), so it wasn't all bad.
In other news my spring break is all but in the bag. First week of is break will be in Cardiff and Liverpool and my third week will be in Glasgow and Leeds. I still have to book the hotel for Leeds, but then my spring break will be action packed. Also I've kind of been accepted by the hipsters in my music radio class which meant I got to have a "pub lunch" today with them after a visit to this really cool production company. It's a bit odd to be honest, but most of them are nice enough and aren't so completely annoying that spending some time with them for the next couple of weeks won't be awful. And the show's going to be pretty awesome and a lot better prepared than any of my shows have ever been. I'm really hoping I'll be able to get a copy so I can post or at least let people listen to it in some way.
As for all my other classes, they're going well. I'm in love with my law class and I wish I was as enamoured with my marketing class, but I hate when stupid people bullshit, especially on a topic I'm only vaguely interested in. Art and Society is Art and Society. What can I say, my non-music radio classes just aren't as interesting as music radio at the moment. That and planning my spring break.
So that's it really. This weekend I'm going to Greenwich with the social programme. Next week is the pilot for music radio, which...I'm slightly ambivalent about my presenting skills when I have a teacher and a bunch of semi-pros watching me. I'm fine when no one's watching but I'm not so sure when many people are watching. But enough about that. Until next time, don't panic.
Yesterday my Art and Society class went to St. Paul's Cathedral. The last time I was there (and yes, this another one of those places I've been too before, suck it up) I was a million times more in shape, wearing brown pumps and was accompanied by my sister and grandmother. Yesterday I proved to myself, yet again, how not in shape I am, was wearing a sensible pair of walking shoes, and was with my class. The biggest between difference though between yesterday and many years ago is that I didn't make it to the top of St. Paul's because I have a huge fear of heights and no one to peer pressure me to walk up 150 grated stairs in a narrow passage way to look over a barrier that is the only difference between me and me falling 85 metres to my untimely death. I also had a meeting for my music radio class to go to, so I could comfort my slightly bruised ego with that fact. Still I made it to the Stone Gallery (where you can see outside) and got a picture of the Pickle (Gherkin), so it wasn't all bad.
In other news my spring break is all but in the bag. First week of is break will be in Cardiff and Liverpool and my third week will be in Glasgow and Leeds. I still have to book the hotel for Leeds, but then my spring break will be action packed. Also I've kind of been accepted by the hipsters in my music radio class which meant I got to have a "pub lunch" today with them after a visit to this really cool production company. It's a bit odd to be honest, but most of them are nice enough and aren't so completely annoying that spending some time with them for the next couple of weeks won't be awful. And the show's going to be pretty awesome and a lot better prepared than any of my shows have ever been. I'm really hoping I'll be able to get a copy so I can post or at least let people listen to it in some way.
As for all my other classes, they're going well. I'm in love with my law class and I wish I was as enamoured with my marketing class, but I hate when stupid people bullshit, especially on a topic I'm only vaguely interested in. Art and Society is Art and Society. What can I say, my non-music radio classes just aren't as interesting as music radio at the moment. That and planning my spring break.
So that's it really. This weekend I'm going to Greenwich with the social programme. Next week is the pilot for music radio, which...I'm slightly ambivalent about my presenting skills when I have a teacher and a bunch of semi-pros watching me. I'm fine when no one's watching but I'm not so sure when many people are watching. But enough about that. Until next time, don't panic.
6.2.10
Soho and Oxford Street
When you visit a foreign country on your own there are a few absolutely necessary things that you need to have before embarking on your adventure: A really good street map and guide book. My parents, being very wise, made sure that I had both of those things well before I left for London and I'm very glad for it.
The day I had planned several weeks ago finally came to fruition today, though there were some slight revisions to the plan. Instead of going to Bar Italia for lunch I instead went to a cute little restaurant called Cafe Emm on Frith Street. I also added another store and ultimately excised dinner at the Square Pie Company at Selfridges. Anyway, onto the details.
After a leisurely morning (and another morning with the kitchen being clean) I finally headed out to Kenton Station because the TfL doesn't care about people who live outside of Zone 1. I made my way over to Tottenham Court Road and proceeded to wander around a bit trying to figure out which way was Soho Street. Once I found Soho Street (which I initially walked past because it was on the other side of the road) I easily made my way to Frith Street which was a welcome relief from my usual process of finding streets. I then had lunch at Cafe Emm which was delicious. Salmon fish cakes with a salad and then bread and butter pudding for desert. I even got two diet Cokes which was really nice. There were two servers and one kind of ignored me and the other one got me a second diet Coke, so you can guess which one I liked. I think the first one ignored because I'm rather young looking and therefore don't wield much power in people's opinions. Still I'd give the whole experience four stars out of five (which is exactly what I did at the Not For Tourists website.) Then it was off to Forbidden Planet.
There was a bit more wandering, which is par for the course, but not enough to frustrate. After the wandering I made it to Forbidden Planet and was immediately bowled over by how geeky it is. I mean the whole reason I wanted to go there was because of the geeky aspect, but the amount of memorabilia and the lower level with its massive amounts of graphic novels etc, it was just amazing. I got some Doctor Who pins, a set of Mighty Boosh figurines that included Vince and Naboo and two books. After some more wandering (which ended up being kind of unnecessary once I had done it) I made my way to Magma which, while very pretty to look at, was filled with things that I didn't need or even really want. Still both stores were very pretty to look at. I also went to Fopp where I got two books and a CD for the grand total of $26 (approximately) which I thought was very good, especially since one of the books was a hardback. And then there was more wandering.
My biggest complaint thus far is the like of proper signage in London. You can be walking along a street for a good five minutes before you actually know what the street is called. Considering what a huge tourist city London is, you'd think they'd do a better job of marking they're streets. Nonetheless, I finally made my way to Selfridges but by this point it was getting on 5pm and I'd been walking around London for the better part of four hours and was pretty much ready to call it quits. So after finding the Square Pie Company located in Selfridges' food hall, I caught a bus going towards Oxford Circus and, after the thought of maybe going to Spitalfields Market and eating in at the Square Pie there, decided to go home instead.
Finally, after a long but very successful day, I was back at Kenton station. However my throat has been bothering me to no end lately (please don't let me get sick) so I went to Sainsbury's and got tea (PG Tips in case you care), shortbread cookies, Digestives and sugar (which took me absolutely forever to find.) I then made my way back to the dorm and made myself a nice cuppa. It was a very nice day indeed.
Final note: Because the people in my radio group are crazy and because I'm crazy, I'm going to be presenting our show, which counts for 90% of our grade. The show is called "Matinee" and we will be playing show tunes. I initially volunteered to be music producer and somehow ended up with presenter and music producer. So yeah, this is going to be interesting.
The day I had planned several weeks ago finally came to fruition today, though there were some slight revisions to the plan. Instead of going to Bar Italia for lunch I instead went to a cute little restaurant called Cafe Emm on Frith Street. I also added another store and ultimately excised dinner at the Square Pie Company at Selfridges. Anyway, onto the details.
After a leisurely morning (and another morning with the kitchen being clean) I finally headed out to Kenton Station because the TfL doesn't care about people who live outside of Zone 1. I made my way over to Tottenham Court Road and proceeded to wander around a bit trying to figure out which way was Soho Street. Once I found Soho Street (which I initially walked past because it was on the other side of the road) I easily made my way to Frith Street which was a welcome relief from my usual process of finding streets. I then had lunch at Cafe Emm which was delicious. Salmon fish cakes with a salad and then bread and butter pudding for desert. I even got two diet Cokes which was really nice. There were two servers and one kind of ignored me and the other one got me a second diet Coke, so you can guess which one I liked. I think the first one ignored because I'm rather young looking and therefore don't wield much power in people's opinions. Still I'd give the whole experience four stars out of five (which is exactly what I did at the Not For Tourists website.) Then it was off to Forbidden Planet.
There was a bit more wandering, which is par for the course, but not enough to frustrate. After the wandering I made it to Forbidden Planet and was immediately bowled over by how geeky it is. I mean the whole reason I wanted to go there was because of the geeky aspect, but the amount of memorabilia and the lower level with its massive amounts of graphic novels etc, it was just amazing. I got some Doctor Who pins, a set of Mighty Boosh figurines that included Vince and Naboo and two books. After some more wandering (which ended up being kind of unnecessary once I had done it) I made my way to Magma which, while very pretty to look at, was filled with things that I didn't need or even really want. Still both stores were very pretty to look at. I also went to Fopp where I got two books and a CD for the grand total of $26 (approximately) which I thought was very good, especially since one of the books was a hardback. And then there was more wandering.
My biggest complaint thus far is the like of proper signage in London. You can be walking along a street for a good five minutes before you actually know what the street is called. Considering what a huge tourist city London is, you'd think they'd do a better job of marking they're streets. Nonetheless, I finally made my way to Selfridges but by this point it was getting on 5pm and I'd been walking around London for the better part of four hours and was pretty much ready to call it quits. So after finding the Square Pie Company located in Selfridges' food hall, I caught a bus going towards Oxford Circus and, after the thought of maybe going to Spitalfields Market and eating in at the Square Pie there, decided to go home instead.
Finally, after a long but very successful day, I was back at Kenton station. However my throat has been bothering me to no end lately (please don't let me get sick) so I went to Sainsbury's and got tea (PG Tips in case you care), shortbread cookies, Digestives and sugar (which took me absolutely forever to find.) I then made my way back to the dorm and made myself a nice cuppa. It was a very nice day indeed.
Final note: Because the people in my radio group are crazy and because I'm crazy, I'm going to be presenting our show, which counts for 90% of our grade. The show is called "Matinee" and we will be playing show tunes. I initially volunteered to be music producer and somehow ended up with presenter and music producer. So yeah, this is going to be interesting.
3.2.10
An Adventure in Wondering
Oh my goodness I haven't updated in two days. Don't worry, I'm still alive.
So at the beginning of the week, for some reason only known to the people who schedule these things, I didn't have class. Due to the fact that I only have one class each day, that meant my entire Monday and Tuesday were open for anything. In light of this yesterday I went to Spitalfields Market. The last time I went there it was either a Saturday or a Sunday, I was wearing brown pumps and it was March/April (I'm so good at remembering the details aren't I.) Yesterday it was "raining"*, I was wearing sensible walking shoes and it was a Tuesday. I'm establishing these differences because going to a market in the middle of the week provides a very different experiment than going to a market on the weekend. So there's that. Then of course there's the fact that they've done a heck of a lot of renovations since I was last there.
After quite a lot of wondering (why don't the British like proper signage?) I walked past Spitalfields Market because I didn't recognize it. Once I realized my mistake, I entered Spitalfields and realized "My god, where did those large metal and concrete structures come from?" You see when I was there, about seven years ago, Spitalfields was a wide open space, no metal and concrete structures holding some shops and quite a lot of restaurants. There were a handful of people manning stalls, though nothing interesting enough to purchase. I actually ended up purchasing quite a lot from the permanent stores including my last mug of semester, a guide book to local markets, two posters, and a very expensive outfit. The highlight for me though was lunch. Spitalfields is where I had my first square pie, but since I'm planning on going to Selfridges and having a pie there, I had to find somewhere else to eat. One of the new permanent restaurants was a crepe shop and since I absolutely love crepes, I had a jerk chicken and cheese crepe. It was excellent. While I wish I had gone during the weekend when more people would have been there, it was nice to go back and be amazed at how much it's changed.
Today, after my Art and Society class, I ventured into Topshop for the first time. I bought I a pair of jeans that I'm going to be returning because they're far too small, but after about twenty minutes of wondering around the place I wanted to start tearing up all the clothing and telling the people around me not to give into the hipster culture, and yes it really is okay to spend your entire life not looking like an idiot wearing overly priced pieces of skimpy cloth. I knew the moment I walked into the place that I was not their target audience. But now I can say I've been to Topshop. Yay me.
I get to play expert tomorrow during my Music Radio class, though in all honesty I only made it through 20-ish minutes of the American breakfast show we had to listen to this week. After landing on the same commercial twice my impotent rage against American commercial radio reared its ugly head and I decided I'd listen to enough to be able to write a good review. Also, creepy guy in the class has added me as a friend on Facebook. I'm waiting until my nightly convo with Mum to get her opinion and then I'll decide what to do. Until next time, don't panic.
*It doesn't actually rain, rain in the UK. Sometimes you'll get a proper rain, but most of the time when it's "raining" it's just kind of misting or spitting. This can last for hours or for just 15 minutes. It's annoying, but when someone tells you, "Always have an umbrella with you" don't just nod your head and then forget about it. You never know when it's going to start to "rain."
So at the beginning of the week, for some reason only known to the people who schedule these things, I didn't have class. Due to the fact that I only have one class each day, that meant my entire Monday and Tuesday were open for anything. In light of this yesterday I went to Spitalfields Market. The last time I went there it was either a Saturday or a Sunday, I was wearing brown pumps and it was March/April (I'm so good at remembering the details aren't I.) Yesterday it was "raining"*, I was wearing sensible walking shoes and it was a Tuesday. I'm establishing these differences because going to a market in the middle of the week provides a very different experiment than going to a market on the weekend. So there's that. Then of course there's the fact that they've done a heck of a lot of renovations since I was last there.
After quite a lot of wondering (why don't the British like proper signage?) I walked past Spitalfields Market because I didn't recognize it. Once I realized my mistake, I entered Spitalfields and realized "My god, where did those large metal and concrete structures come from?" You see when I was there, about seven years ago, Spitalfields was a wide open space, no metal and concrete structures holding some shops and quite a lot of restaurants. There were a handful of people manning stalls, though nothing interesting enough to purchase. I actually ended up purchasing quite a lot from the permanent stores including my last mug of semester, a guide book to local markets, two posters, and a very expensive outfit. The highlight for me though was lunch. Spitalfields is where I had my first square pie, but since I'm planning on going to Selfridges and having a pie there, I had to find somewhere else to eat. One of the new permanent restaurants was a crepe shop and since I absolutely love crepes, I had a jerk chicken and cheese crepe. It was excellent. While I wish I had gone during the weekend when more people would have been there, it was nice to go back and be amazed at how much it's changed.
Today, after my Art and Society class, I ventured into Topshop for the first time. I bought I a pair of jeans that I'm going to be returning because they're far too small, but after about twenty minutes of wondering around the place I wanted to start tearing up all the clothing and telling the people around me not to give into the hipster culture, and yes it really is okay to spend your entire life not looking like an idiot wearing overly priced pieces of skimpy cloth. I knew the moment I walked into the place that I was not their target audience. But now I can say I've been to Topshop. Yay me.
I get to play expert tomorrow during my Music Radio class, though in all honesty I only made it through 20-ish minutes of the American breakfast show we had to listen to this week. After landing on the same commercial twice my impotent rage against American commercial radio reared its ugly head and I decided I'd listen to enough to be able to write a good review. Also, creepy guy in the class has added me as a friend on Facebook. I'm waiting until my nightly convo with Mum to get her opinion and then I'll decide what to do. Until next time, don't panic.
*It doesn't actually rain, rain in the UK. Sometimes you'll get a proper rain, but most of the time when it's "raining" it's just kind of misting or spitting. This can last for hours or for just 15 minutes. It's annoying, but when someone tells you, "Always have an umbrella with you" don't just nod your head and then forget about it. You never know when it's going to start to "rain."
1.2.10
My Weekend in the NORTH
This weekend I went to the NORTH. Not just the North. Or the north. I went to the NORTH. You see according to the signs that we (myself and all the other people in the Social Programme) passed on the M1, we weren't going anywhere specific. We were just going to the NORTH. The NORTH with its sheep and fields and more sheep. In actuality I spent the weekend in York and Haworth enjoying the sunshine, cold weather, and the massive number of really old buildings England has to offer. And the sheep. I definitely enjoyed the sheep.
The weekend started at 5:45 in the morning, panicking that our small group of travellers wouldn't make it from Harrow to Baker Street by 7:30am and then sleeping on a tour bus until 10am. We arrived in York, our first destination, in the early afternoon and proceeded to take a lovely tour of the city before heading off to lunch. The thing about this weekend is that I heard and kind of learned quiet a lot in a very short span of time, most of it whilst walking. Because of this, I don't actually remember that much. I remember where I went and what I saw, all of which was very, very beautiful and very, very old, but to really get this past weekend, you kind of have to see it. Which is why I took 105 photos and uploaded them to Flickr. What I'm trying to say is go look at the pictures (which aren't really in any particular order I might add) and then come back and read where I went. Looking at the pictures will be much more interesting, trust me.
Anywho, after lunch (and a little bit of shopping) my friend Amanda and I met with the rest of the group at York Minster, which is the second most important cathedral in all of England. We walked around the Minster looking at the usual things you look at in a church and then learned about the history of the cathedral by going down to the crypt. After that it was almost 5pm and the choir had started rehearsing. Listening to the choir for even a few minutes was absolutely amazing because it made me appreciate the structure of the cathedral and how absolutely impressive it is. Then we went to the gift shop and I got a mug with a time line of the Tudor reign on it. Oh yeah, big time dork.
After a harried night of trying to find somewhere to eat, the group went off to the NORTH (Fountains Abbey and Haworth) to look at the ruins of a massive abbey and the town where the Brontes were born and raised and, for the most part, died. Fountains Abbey was amazingly beautiful (and if you look at the pictures you'll see that), but the thing that sticks out in my mind, other than beauty of the entire place, was the amount of exercise I got. I walked up more hills and walked for a longer amount of time in that one day than I have in a very, very long time. It was definitely worth it because the views I got to see were amazing, but it was a lot of work.
After Fountains Abbey, we headed west to Haworth, where the Brontes lived, and got a 45 minute lunch break during which I had my second Yorkshire pudding. After lunch a small collection of went on a tour of the church and then headed up to the moors. Another steep climb later, we were at the top of the moors and...you could see forever. It was late-ish in the afternoon, but you could see the entire town and then some. Breathtakingly beautiful. Go look at the pictures. And it was at that point that my camera battery died and I wasn't allowed to take any more pictures.
Around 3:30pm we left for London and I finally got back to my room around 9pm.
In summary: We (the participants of the Social Programme) went NORTH, got really lucky with the weather, and saw some amazing sites and views. I don't have class tomorrow (as of 9:27pm) and so will be heading into central London to go to Spitalfields Market. If this changes, I won't tell you, but it will apparent by whatever I talk about in my next entry. This weekend I will be watching my first televised professional rugby game. Until next time, don't panic.
The weekend started at 5:45 in the morning, panicking that our small group of travellers wouldn't make it from Harrow to Baker Street by 7:30am and then sleeping on a tour bus until 10am. We arrived in York, our first destination, in the early afternoon and proceeded to take a lovely tour of the city before heading off to lunch. The thing about this weekend is that I heard and kind of learned quiet a lot in a very short span of time, most of it whilst walking. Because of this, I don't actually remember that much. I remember where I went and what I saw, all of which was very, very beautiful and very, very old, but to really get this past weekend, you kind of have to see it. Which is why I took 105 photos and uploaded them to Flickr. What I'm trying to say is go look at the pictures (which aren't really in any particular order I might add) and then come back and read where I went. Looking at the pictures will be much more interesting, trust me.
Anywho, after lunch (and a little bit of shopping) my friend Amanda and I met with the rest of the group at York Minster, which is the second most important cathedral in all of England. We walked around the Minster looking at the usual things you look at in a church and then learned about the history of the cathedral by going down to the crypt. After that it was almost 5pm and the choir had started rehearsing. Listening to the choir for even a few minutes was absolutely amazing because it made me appreciate the structure of the cathedral and how absolutely impressive it is. Then we went to the gift shop and I got a mug with a time line of the Tudor reign on it. Oh yeah, big time dork.
After a harried night of trying to find somewhere to eat, the group went off to the NORTH (Fountains Abbey and Haworth) to look at the ruins of a massive abbey and the town where the Brontes were born and raised and, for the most part, died. Fountains Abbey was amazingly beautiful (and if you look at the pictures you'll see that), but the thing that sticks out in my mind, other than beauty of the entire place, was the amount of exercise I got. I walked up more hills and walked for a longer amount of time in that one day than I have in a very, very long time. It was definitely worth it because the views I got to see were amazing, but it was a lot of work.
After Fountains Abbey, we headed west to Haworth, where the Brontes lived, and got a 45 minute lunch break during which I had my second Yorkshire pudding. After lunch a small collection of went on a tour of the church and then headed up to the moors. Another steep climb later, we were at the top of the moors and...you could see forever. It was late-ish in the afternoon, but you could see the entire town and then some. Breathtakingly beautiful. Go look at the pictures. And it was at that point that my camera battery died and I wasn't allowed to take any more pictures.
Around 3:30pm we left for London and I finally got back to my room around 9pm.
In summary: We (the participants of the Social Programme) went NORTH, got really lucky with the weather, and saw some amazing sites and views. I don't have class tomorrow (as of 9:27pm) and so will be heading into central London to go to Spitalfields Market. If this changes, I won't tell you, but it will apparent by whatever I talk about in my next entry. This weekend I will be watching my first televised professional rugby game. Until next time, don't panic.
28.1.10
Yes, I'm From America
As an American studying in London, I've encountered three kind of odd things:
The geography bit is difficult as well, largely because deciding where I'm from can be difficult. For instance, I'll decide to say "I'm from DC" and the have to modify it to "the East Coast." Or I'll say "I'm from Virginia" and then cringe a little bit because no one from NoVa every says they're from Virginia and the person I'm talking to doesn't know what the heck I'm talking about anyway. Also, you'd think people would know where the largest and most powerful nation's capital is. I'm just saying, even radio people should know that. It's just sort of bizarre because American's are pinned as not knowing anything about geography, but it turns out lots of Europeans don't know anything about geography either. Or at least not simple American geography. Like knowing where its capital is.
Still, it's not that bad really. I'm sure that British exchange students get the same treatment when they're in American. Except for the accent thing because I'm fairly sure every American can identify a British accent. When you're a novelty, it's should be expected that you're going to be poked and prodded and generally considered the ultimate example of your nation or culture. It's just a bit difficult when you've been spending years trying to assimilate into the country and culture you're visiting.
Finally I'd just like to say this to the people in my music radio class who, before class insisted they aren't scenesters/hipsters, but then said they listen to NME radio: You may not consider yourself a hipster, but you are because you listen to NME radio and dress like you shop exclusively at second hand shops and Topshop. However what you really are, are closeted hypocrites. It's time to come out of the closet and just admit that you're a hypocrite. Trust me, it feels good.
- People always ask, "Are you American" as if my accent doesn't give it away instantly
- Deciding how exact I can be when answering the question "So where in America are you from?" It's very hard to gauge how good a person's grasp of American geography is when you're meeting them for the first time. Hence why I'm from the East Coast, DC, and Virginia.
- Immediately being considered an expert in all things American.
The geography bit is difficult as well, largely because deciding where I'm from can be difficult. For instance, I'll decide to say "I'm from DC" and the have to modify it to "the East Coast." Or I'll say "I'm from Virginia" and then cringe a little bit because no one from NoVa every says they're from Virginia and the person I'm talking to doesn't know what the heck I'm talking about anyway. Also, you'd think people would know where the largest and most powerful nation's capital is. I'm just saying, even radio people should know that. It's just sort of bizarre because American's are pinned as not knowing anything about geography, but it turns out lots of Europeans don't know anything about geography either. Or at least not simple American geography. Like knowing where its capital is.
Still, it's not that bad really. I'm sure that British exchange students get the same treatment when they're in American. Except for the accent thing because I'm fairly sure every American can identify a British accent. When you're a novelty, it's should be expected that you're going to be poked and prodded and generally considered the ultimate example of your nation or culture. It's just a bit difficult when you've been spending years trying to assimilate into the country and culture you're visiting.
Finally I'd just like to say this to the people in my music radio class who, before class insisted they aren't scenesters/hipsters, but then said they listen to NME radio: You may not consider yourself a hipster, but you are because you listen to NME radio and dress like you shop exclusively at second hand shops and Topshop. However what you really are, are closeted hypocrites. It's time to come out of the closet and just admit that you're a hypocrite. Trust me, it feels good.
27.1.10
Something Terribly Clever
So it turns out that I can only think in bullet points. So here are more bullet points.
- I knew where the radio 1 station is located in London. I've now forgotten, but if I walk past there again, I'll know what I'm walking past (and why there are photographers there.)
- British weather is even more temperamental than I remember. One minute it's blue skies and freezing cold the next it's grey and freezing cold. The freezing cold doesn't change.
- Thus far my favourite radio shows are Fearne Cotton and Nick Grimshaw, though it's not necessarily for the music. In fact it's mostly for the personalities.
- Pret a Manger forces me to eat vegetables that I wouldn't eat under normal circumstances. This is a good thing.
- Oxford Circus is way too tempting for someone who could easily turn into a shopaholic.
- I'm getting better and discerning mixed accents. For instance one of the module leaders for my Art and Society has a mix of Australian and London. Granted it took me a half hour to figure that out, but considering how most people can't even do it, I'd say I'm getting better.
26.1.10
RIAA for the Win
Today I had my first music law class and there was a great moment when the discussion had moved into illegal downloading (the original discussion was on copyrights, so it does make sense.) The professor, Kienda, began describing how back in ye olde days, wars could have started over one kingdom playing another kingdom's music (not strictly true, but amusing nonetheless) and how in modern times this would be like someone coming around your house and shooting you for illegally downloading some music. He then went on to say that the US isn't far from doing that. He proceeded to describe the enforcers of RIAA law and how much they look like SWAT guys. One of my other classmates asked if RIAA guys busting into your house isn't some sort of violation of civil liberties and when the professor said no, I was just sat there thinking "All of you have it so lucky. You have no defined methods of dealing with illegal downloaders." As I said to the young woman who was sat to behind me, they'll bust into your house, take your computer and then fine millions upon millions of dollars. If you're now wondering why this was such a great moment, it's because I could just sit there thinking "Yup, those are my guys. All hail America."
So yeah, classes are going well thus far. More info once I've been through all of them at least once.
So yeah, classes are going well thus far. More info once I've been through all of them at least once.
25.1.10
Radio 1
I've been listening to Radio 1 (the main and biggest radio station the UK) pretty religiously since I got here. The reason for this is because a) I have to listen to the radio for one of my classes and figuring out what shows I like will be helpful and b) it's a British institution, like cheese and Monty Python. Thus far the music has been...not horrible? It's mainstream and despite some of my own musical tendencies, I'm far less pop and far more rock than Radio 1 is. However most of the DJs I've heard are really enjoyable to listen to, so the crap music (so much N-Dubz, far too much) is undermined by the pleasant DJs. Every once in a while they'll play a song that I actually like or at least don't find horribly offensive to my ears (like N-Dubz or Ke$ha.) I just (like 10 minutes ago) had a moment like that.
I've always assumed the minute I started listening to British radio I would just continually be hearing songs I love and artists that I love. Of course this isn't true, but for every time I hear N-Dubz (I really don't like them, can you tell) I'll hear Kasabian or a not crap song by an artist I don't really know that well. Such a moment happened toward the end of Scott Mills' show, when the guest DJ, Sarah Cox, played Mika. I almost never listen to American radio and when I do it's horrible, so it's nice to listen to British radio and find out that while a lot of it is not very good, some of it is. And sometimes they play my songs.
I've always assumed the minute I started listening to British radio I would just continually be hearing songs I love and artists that I love. Of course this isn't true, but for every time I hear N-Dubz (I really don't like them, can you tell) I'll hear Kasabian or a not crap song by an artist I don't really know that well. Such a moment happened toward the end of Scott Mills' show, when the guest DJ, Sarah Cox, played Mika. I almost never listen to American radio and when I do it's horrible, so it's nice to listen to British radio and find out that while a lot of it is not very good, some of it is. And sometimes they play my songs.
24.1.10
My Weekend in Not So Brief
I have finally been able to put up some posters on my wall. It turns out scotch tape doesn't work and the walls must be made of cement because I couldn't make push pins work either. Today though, in a fit of efficiency, I got Blu Tack and finally got my posters to stay up for longer than 2 minutes. I'm use to having an insane amount of colour in my room, so not having any for a week was absolutely miserable and I'm quite enjoying having the vibrant colours of my newly acquired poster. One says "Keep Calm and Carry On" which I got from the V&A Museum. I also got a poster of the cover for Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, which was acquired at the Beatles Coffee Shop near the St. John's Wood tube station. Of course I also put up my mini-poster from A Clockwork Orange. I've also put up some postcards on the pin board that the school provides, so I'm very slowly becoming more pleased with the appearance of my room. I also got a pillow case that's 100% cotton, which considering how everything else on my bed is a 50/50 blend of cotton and polyester, will be quite nice for my head. Now onto more interesting things.
Yesterday I spent the day in the city with a friend of my Mum's and got stay over at her house which was really nice. During the day though we went to Westminster Abbey which was really very beautiful. My only disappointment was that I couldn't take a picture of Handel's tomb marker inside the church, which would have been absolutely brilliant, but sadly no photography inside the church. The best part of the day though was that we took the bus everywhere and we sat on the top level so I got see parts of the city that I hadn't seen before. While the Underground is definitely faster than taking a bus, you don't get to see all the streets and houses and stores that you get to see when you're on a bus. It also helped that we were going along Regent and Oxford street which are the main shopping streets in London. So many big stores, so little time. After Westminster, we went back to her house where we preceded to watch the most recent episode of QI and episodes from the first series. It was actually really nice because I also got to call home and talk to everyone except the dogs (though I did tell Dad to say hi to them for me, hopefully he did that.)
This morning I had my glass of juice and nothing else (damn you stomach!). Marjie (my Mum's friend) finished knitting the hat she had started last night and then we headed out to Abbey Road which she lives really close to. She took some pictures of me crossing the street, which considering the weather came out okay. Then we walked back to St. John's Wood tube station where I got the poster I mentioned, a postcard to keep and a postcard I'm sending to my Mum, and a keychain of the submarine from the cover of Yellow Submarine (clever, I know.) Then began the long journey home.
As you may or may not know London is hosting the summer Olympics in 2012. Because of this various parts of what makes a city run are being renovated so that when even bigger groups of tourists come to London, they'll be impressed. This includes the Underground. So today the entire Metropolitan line (my line) and the northern bit of the Jubilee line (Marjie's main line) were closed for renovations. This will be an ongoing problem on the weekends, because for some reason London doesn't care about people who are outside of zone 1 (I'm in zone 4.) Today I got to see all the streets I manage to avoid by taking the Underground. I took about an hour and half to finally get back to Northwick Park which is where I am. Now I had music and found looking at the buildings very interesting but if I hadn't left around 1pm, or let's say I had left at like 2pm, I wouldn't have been back until 3:30 or 4pm and that's just ridiculous, especially considering how everything closes at 5pm on Sundays. Still, it was really lovely to see so much of the city that I will probably see again next weekend.
One last note: If you've ever seen the 5th Harry Potter movie, the night bus sequence, while fantastical, is not completely outside the realm of reality. Bus drivers are crazy. They drive incredibly fast, I don't know how they make the turns they do, I was constantly waiting for the bus to get into a horrible accident with the other cars on the road, and sides of the road are for other people. But then again, I think that's just how people drive here. Until next time, don't panic.
Yesterday I spent the day in the city with a friend of my Mum's and got stay over at her house which was really nice. During the day though we went to Westminster Abbey which was really very beautiful. My only disappointment was that I couldn't take a picture of Handel's tomb marker inside the church, which would have been absolutely brilliant, but sadly no photography inside the church. The best part of the day though was that we took the bus everywhere and we sat on the top level so I got see parts of the city that I hadn't seen before. While the Underground is definitely faster than taking a bus, you don't get to see all the streets and houses and stores that you get to see when you're on a bus. It also helped that we were going along Regent and Oxford street which are the main shopping streets in London. So many big stores, so little time. After Westminster, we went back to her house where we preceded to watch the most recent episode of QI and episodes from the first series. It was actually really nice because I also got to call home and talk to everyone except the dogs (though I did tell Dad to say hi to them for me, hopefully he did that.)
This morning I had my glass of juice and nothing else (damn you stomach!). Marjie (my Mum's friend) finished knitting the hat she had started last night and then we headed out to Abbey Road which she lives really close to. She took some pictures of me crossing the street, which considering the weather came out okay. Then we walked back to St. John's Wood tube station where I got the poster I mentioned, a postcard to keep and a postcard I'm sending to my Mum, and a keychain of the submarine from the cover of Yellow Submarine (clever, I know.) Then began the long journey home.
As you may or may not know London is hosting the summer Olympics in 2012. Because of this various parts of what makes a city run are being renovated so that when even bigger groups of tourists come to London, they'll be impressed. This includes the Underground. So today the entire Metropolitan line (my line) and the northern bit of the Jubilee line (Marjie's main line) were closed for renovations. This will be an ongoing problem on the weekends, because for some reason London doesn't care about people who are outside of zone 1 (I'm in zone 4.) Today I got to see all the streets I manage to avoid by taking the Underground. I took about an hour and half to finally get back to Northwick Park which is where I am. Now I had music and found looking at the buildings very interesting but if I hadn't left around 1pm, or let's say I had left at like 2pm, I wouldn't have been back until 3:30 or 4pm and that's just ridiculous, especially considering how everything closes at 5pm on Sundays. Still, it was really lovely to see so much of the city that I will probably see again next weekend.
One last note: If you've ever seen the 5th Harry Potter movie, the night bus sequence, while fantastical, is not completely outside the realm of reality. Bus drivers are crazy. They drive incredibly fast, I don't know how they make the turns they do, I was constantly waiting for the bus to get into a horrible accident with the other cars on the road, and sides of the road are for other people. But then again, I think that's just how people drive here. Until next time, don't panic.
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