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[bubosquared]

I was going to do a nice, chronological report of My Trip To London, but instead I'm going to blather and rave.

First two evenings, I went and looked at the classic tourist landmarks, like Big Ben et al. Was rather unimpressed by that, really. Sort of faded into nothingness compared to, say, Antwerp Cathedral. Odd.

Saturday, I met Zed. Nervous as hell about that, but it was actually v. cool. As usual, I babbled. I do that. Nat, Mol, better learn to deal with it. Zed took me to Camden.

Camden, Camden, Camden. Man, I just wanted the buy the whole fucking neighbourhood. I actually ended up buying a [one!] vynyl skirt. Really cool one, with press-on-buttons on the sides. There was a corset which I might've bought if I'd have had the cash for it. But, skirt, good. And lusting after clothes, v. good.

We then spent a few hours eating [me] at PIzza hut, and then having coffee at some cafe near Slimelight, talking about, among others, slash. In detail. Rather loudly. It amuses me, looking back on it. Heh.

Then came Slimelight, where we had trouble finding the cloakroom, but once that was settled I sort of fell into this trance and danced for four fucking hours, stopping only twice, once to drink and once for a toilet break. Then we sort of tried to sleep a bit, and I think I got in about an hour and a half of sleep in two and a half hours time, which was kinda good. I klept being awoken by this girl, asking me if I was alright. Realising now she had her arm over my shoulders the first time, and on my leg the second, and I didn't freak. Huh. Amazink.

Anyway, I got in another 90 minutes of dancing before Slimelight closed and we went to the tube station and basically went our seperate ways. I went to Waterloo Station, changed into jeans and T-shirt, bought a book and got on the train, where I got in another hour of sleep, and breakfast.

And then I came home at 4PM local time, and I. Cannot. Sleep. Seriously, I cleaned my room, did laundry, and now I'm sitting here waiting to go eat and go see a movie, because I'm just completely awake. Body-o-mine, you baffle me.

I'll be posting a list of things that baffled me about Brits tomorrow, btw, when I feel more coherent. For now, it's gonna be food in 15 minutes, and chatting till then. G'night, all. And Zed, I hope you got home safely.

Comments

[pelicanzed.livejournal.com]

I was v. glad of your talkativeness. More or less every other netmeeting I've had, there's been awkward silences, especially at first.

Yeah, that happens at Slimelight, people asking if you're ok. Thing is, a lot of people there use drugs (that's how they stay awake all night), so they're concerned that something more serious might be amiss. This was the first time it didn't happen to me, probably because I was mostly in a corner. Mind you, people generally only ask once then leave you to it. (The only exception being the first time, where a man [boy? He was twenty five, but it seems strange calling Slimelighters men] I was sitting next to kept telling me I was shaking.)

My journey was ok, glad yours was. I tried to write to stay awake, but dozed a lot at first, waking up every time the train stopped. It was a bit scary, since most of the stations look exactly the same if you can't see the name, and even though I *knew* the train couldn't be in Canterbury yet, I get paranoid when I'm tired. Fortunately, a really loud, really bratty family got on board at Gillingham and kept me awake for a few stations, and I managed the rest of the train journey.

I decided to compromise between walking back to campus (it's about forty minutes' walk, up a hill) and forking out for a taxi, and went to the bus station. I saw that there was supposed to be a bus at 10.45. "Most excellent," thought I, for it was 10.43. But although a bus pulled up, presently, the driver got off and said, "I'm not going till 11, love." It was 11.15 before he set off. Quel geen.

It's good that you're not too tired. I wasn't particularly sleepy when I went to bed, but when I woke at 5.30 (after dreaming about going to Slimelight with the intention of working out which of its clients were the gender they appeared to be and which were transvestite), as I had a shower and hung around with Soppygit and Ibid, I was v. yawny. I'm a bit awaker now, though.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Glad you didn't get annoyed at me talking your ears off. :)

Yeah, I suspected as much. The girl that woke me asked if I did drugs, in a casual, making-small-talk way. That was a new experience for me. <g>

Glad you got home safely, eventually. Evil bus driver. Couldn't he at least have let you on the bus while you waited? Bastard.

Oh, and ...

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Re: Slimelight and genders -- Heh. I spent a good time of my awkae-but-not-dancing time playing "Guess That Gender!" 's Fun. Although a few times, I was lusting after someone only to find out she was a he. Messes with my sexuality. Bad Slimelight. Not nice. :D