The 'hotel' we've been staying in is pretty dank but not gross or filthy, just kind of bare-bones tiny room, but hey there's a sink in there. Oh that's because the shower and wc are down the hall. Uh duh. The view from the little window is not bad, though, and it's £cheap. It's really in a nice central location, as well and a block or two from the British Library in case you're in need of some book-larnin'.
Random urban exploration, man, it's the best. Yessuh.
youtsk got some really swanky skateshoes from Swear as well, really cheap yo:
Yuh so... I'm kind of digging my vacation thing, the museuming starts tomorrow perhaps. t's friend is coming to London and so I get to have the whole tiny weird hotel room to myself while he runs off and lives it up in some luxuriant Hyde Park palace with like, rose-scented fingerbowls and kowtowing servants and all that. Hahaha. It's not like we're not going to go run around while his other friend's in town, we just won't be crammed in to the same tiny closet of a hotelroom yo.
- Random bits:
On the first day here I found a really cool silver ring on the sidewalk on Euston road.
Late last night, from the window in our hotel room, we watched a man have some sort of serious conniption fit in the street just opposite, throwing himself on the ground, flopping about, waving his arms around violently. I started out thinking "Whoa, drunkguy! yay!" and then tk and I discussed it, thinking maybe it was epilepsy, or maybe some kind of nutty drug psychosis. After observing this poor guy throwing himself about for several minutes, he then graduated to Delerium Tremens, and then he came to the conclusion that the guy had really extreme tourette's syndrome.
Yesterday and Friday, the weather was completely summerlike and balmy and everyone was out everywhere going nuts. Today is much more britwegian, cold, drizzly, windy and grey. Yahooie!
We're in this awful huge internet cafe called Easy Internet, pippilina calls it "Sleazy Everything", and it's unpleasant and we're hongry and stuff, so that'll end my fascinating tales of whatever for now.
One last note: It's sad, really sad, how much I miss the internet when it's denied me.