shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
shewho: (Default)
non-waterproof overly long trousers? check.

non-waterproof shoes? check.

clean, dry hair? check.

glastonbury weekend? check.

...

...

...ah. there comes the rain....
shewho: (Default)
non-waterproof overly long trousers? check.

non-waterproof shoes? check.

clean, dry hair? check.

glastonbury weekend? check.

...

...

...ah. there comes the rain....
shewho: (summer)
i suppose the other side of the going-out-too much dilemma, is that you get to do lots of excellent things and see lots of excellent people.

there has been an awful lot of eating and drinking in the world of [livejournal.com profile] shewho over the past few days.

thursday was where it all began, with a quadruple booking. oh noes! decisions to be made! in the end i popped along to the hideaway for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] my_name_is_anna's birthday celebrations. drank some wine. chatted with some folk. agreed to attempt to play rubbish trumpet on a record, and swap trumpet tuition for drum tuition. felt very productive! marvellous.

journeyed on to the faltering fullback up in ewok village, to say hello to a temporarily southern [livejournal.com profile] billywhizz and people. excellent to see you nick, and wheee, surprise al and davina too, bonus!

very impressively stuck to my plan of only 4 glasses of wine all evening. 10 / 10.

***

friday was the usual quiet day at work. i had a lunch date with a colleague at the capital kebab shop. don't judge me, there's more. whilst waiting (AGES damn you m!) for him to meet me outside i befriended a middle aged parisian, who's friend was also delayed, and who repeatedly tried to take me out for posher lunch and / or drinks. bless.

but OH MY GOD. the capital kebab shop (on the cut, se1) does the most amazing mixed grill EVER. at least 6 types of meat, i think. chips (or rice). salad. pitta. you never need eat again! very tasty. very unhealthy. a treat for rare occasions. i failed to finish mine. i'm actually hungry just thinking about it. mmmmm.

it may have been a foolish day to eat out for lunch, because that evening found me back at the fullback for a tasty gin, before heading to petek to celebrate [livejournal.com profile] atommickbrane's birthday. more delicious food! i couldn't actually face any more meat, so plumped for a king prawn, fish and melon dish. also DELICIOUS. petek is bargainous and tasty, and they give you free booze and sweets if it's someone's birthday. lovely little place. i see what the fuss is about!

OBVIOUSLY we returned to the fullback for more drinking, finding extra people still saving the table. OBVIOUSLY the coolest thing to do is draw top rock stars on each other's bodies in marker pen. you all need to see the picture of the kiss ARM-y. you really do. they OBVIOUSLY kept singing songs throughout the evening, leading to curious looks from another table. which OBVIOUSLY led to me going over to explain / demonstrate.

"you're quite eccentric, aren't you?" said the curious chap. no dear, drunk.

"give us a kiss greg? what does that mean?" asked blinking TIM KEY pointing at my other arm. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... oh dear.

(sod it, let's get into edinburgh practice....)
excellent drawings on arm = many.
comedians drunkenly annoyed = 2.
(aforementioned key and basden. oh dear. at least i didn't say anything to superhans, right?)

tried to get home. honestly, i did.

woke up somewhere in edmonton. AGAIN.

started talking to random handsome young wasted chap at bus stop. continued talking all the way to stamford hill. bus saved possible scary incidents. i shouldn't be allowed drink.

snuck into d's expecting him to be out all night so i wouldn't look like a nightbus LOSER who couldn't get home if she tried. FAIL, he was there. whoops.

***

saturday dawned too early for my poor hungover head. whinged a bit. ordered pizza. got home, in time to set off to coventry for the big NOAH wrestling event at the skydome.

got there early enough to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] firemasque and [livejournal.com profile] darkship in the old windmill, and sample their rather peculiar lamb / mint and MAYONNAISE baguettes. ace to see j&k, obv.

the event itself was a little bit disappointing for me. none of the one-on-one matches grabbed my attention. tag-teams where better. much better. in fact, the highlight was the bumblebee team (ok, i can't remember their names but they were dressed in black and yellow) who where amazingly good. high flying stuff that makes me grin. plus extra hitting hard for bonus marks. then there was yone, who can do whatever he wants with that fantastic afro, hell yeah! and the main event, featuring misawa and kobashi (look, some names i know!) featured the most supreme chopping action i've seen in a long while.

my favourite bits of the day, mind, were seeing everyone's faces as dave morales (not that one) came into the ring, justifying my earlier comment that he was "the ugliest person in the WORLD". and trying to scam beer of the noisy gay chap behind me, and what i assume to be his boyfriend, only to be introduced to alex shane who was sitting behind them. i appear to have confessed to have followed the fwa and ipw, and he was genuinely touched, aw, bless.

it was also excellent to see [livejournal.com profile] kathbad, secret wrestling fan! though too brief. boo. better organising net time? (also, check out my 'wrestling' tag for more lycra shennanigans.)

***

sunday i cracked out my trumpet for a bit and attempted the marseilles. i'm not as rusty as i thought! my poor baby trumpet is though. and i realised i have NEVER named it. i think it needs a name.

WHAT SHALL I CALL MY TRUMPET, people?

anyway, sunday was lovely. absolutely lovely. you all know that. sunny with a gorgeous breeze. we went exploring the local area. finally.

met up with megan down by the anchor and hope on the river side. what an excellent, tiny, old man's pub. anywhere that has one plate of pickled onions, and one plate of cheese and crackers out as bar snacks wins with me!

we all then wandered along the side of the river to markfield park and victorian mayhem, to hang out in the sun with a bunch of chums, drink cider and sangria, and soak up the atmosphere and dub. so relaxing, so good to have local festival things going on!

the museum there is actually really interesting too. declan and i got collared by a chap who obviously runs his life around the museum and pump engine. i love old guys in tiny museums like that. he told us it's history, how it works, all sorts. actually interesting! and they've got funding to get it up and working again. i'd love to see that.

as hunger took hold, we hit the river path again, and megan took us, along with chris and ally to the ferry boat inn. i've lived in e17 for YEARS and failed to go there. not so any more! lovely beer garden, pretty pub, tasty, tasty filling food and more condiments than even i need. somehow, after drinks and pudding and losing repeatedly at uno it was closing time. whoops!

home, then OMG doctor who before falling into a hugely contented sleep.

***

i'd like more days like yesterday, please.

***

monday: booking tickets for restaurants is the new booking tickets for popular gigs. criminy!
shewho: (summer)
i suppose the other side of the going-out-too much dilemma, is that you get to do lots of excellent things and see lots of excellent people.

there has been an awful lot of eating and drinking in the world of [livejournal.com profile] shewho over the past few days.

thursday was where it all began, with a quadruple booking. oh noes! decisions to be made! in the end i popped along to the hideaway for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] my_name_is_anna's birthday celebrations. drank some wine. chatted with some folk. agreed to attempt to play rubbish trumpet on a record, and swap trumpet tuition for drum tuition. felt very productive! marvellous.

journeyed on to the faltering fullback up in ewok village, to say hello to a temporarily southern [livejournal.com profile] billywhizz and people. excellent to see you nick, and wheee, surprise al and davina too, bonus!

very impressively stuck to my plan of only 4 glasses of wine all evening. 10 / 10.

***

friday was the usual quiet day at work. i had a lunch date with a colleague at the capital kebab shop. don't judge me, there's more. whilst waiting (AGES damn you m!) for him to meet me outside i befriended a middle aged parisian, who's friend was also delayed, and who repeatedly tried to take me out for posher lunch and / or drinks. bless.

but OH MY GOD. the capital kebab shop (on the cut, se1) does the most amazing mixed grill EVER. at least 6 types of meat, i think. chips (or rice). salad. pitta. you never need eat again! very tasty. very unhealthy. a treat for rare occasions. i failed to finish mine. i'm actually hungry just thinking about it. mmmmm.

it may have been a foolish day to eat out for lunch, because that evening found me back at the fullback for a tasty gin, before heading to petek to celebrate [livejournal.com profile] atommickbrane's birthday. more delicious food! i couldn't actually face any more meat, so plumped for a king prawn, fish and melon dish. also DELICIOUS. petek is bargainous and tasty, and they give you free booze and sweets if it's someone's birthday. lovely little place. i see what the fuss is about!

OBVIOUSLY we returned to the fullback for more drinking, finding extra people still saving the table. OBVIOUSLY the coolest thing to do is draw top rock stars on each other's bodies in marker pen. you all need to see the picture of the kiss ARM-y. you really do. they OBVIOUSLY kept singing songs throughout the evening, leading to curious looks from another table. which OBVIOUSLY led to me going over to explain / demonstrate.

"you're quite eccentric, aren't you?" said the curious chap. no dear, drunk.

"give us a kiss greg? what does that mean?" asked blinking TIM KEY pointing at my other arm. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... oh dear.

(sod it, let's get into edinburgh practice....)
excellent drawings on arm = many.
comedians drunkenly annoyed = 2.
(aforementioned key and basden. oh dear. at least i didn't say anything to superhans, right?)

tried to get home. honestly, i did.

woke up somewhere in edmonton. AGAIN.

started talking to random handsome young wasted chap at bus stop. continued talking all the way to stamford hill. bus saved possible scary incidents. i shouldn't be allowed drink.

snuck into d's expecting him to be out all night so i wouldn't look like a nightbus LOSER who couldn't get home if she tried. FAIL, he was there. whoops.

***

saturday dawned too early for my poor hungover head. whinged a bit. ordered pizza. got home, in time to set off to coventry for the big NOAH wrestling event at the skydome.

got there early enough to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] firemasque and [livejournal.com profile] darkship in the old windmill, and sample their rather peculiar lamb / mint and MAYONNAISE baguettes. ace to see j&k, obv.

the event itself was a little bit disappointing for me. none of the one-on-one matches grabbed my attention. tag-teams where better. much better. in fact, the highlight was the bumblebee team (ok, i can't remember their names but they were dressed in black and yellow) who where amazingly good. high flying stuff that makes me grin. plus extra hitting hard for bonus marks. then there was yone, who can do whatever he wants with that fantastic afro, hell yeah! and the main event, featuring misawa and kobashi (look, some names i know!) featured the most supreme chopping action i've seen in a long while.

my favourite bits of the day, mind, were seeing everyone's faces as dave morales (not that one) came into the ring, justifying my earlier comment that he was "the ugliest person in the WORLD". and trying to scam beer of the noisy gay chap behind me, and what i assume to be his boyfriend, only to be introduced to alex shane who was sitting behind them. i appear to have confessed to have followed the fwa and ipw, and he was genuinely touched, aw, bless.

it was also excellent to see [livejournal.com profile] kathbad, secret wrestling fan! though too brief. boo. better organising net time? (also, check out my 'wrestling' tag for more lycra shennanigans.)

***

sunday i cracked out my trumpet for a bit and attempted the marseilles. i'm not as rusty as i thought! my poor baby trumpet is though. and i realised i have NEVER named it. i think it needs a name.

WHAT SHALL I CALL MY TRUMPET, people?

anyway, sunday was lovely. absolutely lovely. you all know that. sunny with a gorgeous breeze. we went exploring the local area. finally.

met up with megan down by the anchor and hope on the river side. what an excellent, tiny, old man's pub. anywhere that has one plate of pickled onions, and one plate of cheese and crackers out as bar snacks wins with me!

we all then wandered along the side of the river to markfield park and victorian mayhem, to hang out in the sun with a bunch of chums, drink cider and sangria, and soak up the atmosphere and dub. so relaxing, so good to have local festival things going on!

the museum there is actually really interesting too. declan and i got collared by a chap who obviously runs his life around the museum and pump engine. i love old guys in tiny museums like that. he told us it's history, how it works, all sorts. actually interesting! and they've got funding to get it up and working again. i'd love to see that.

as hunger took hold, we hit the river path again, and megan took us, along with chris and ally to the ferry boat inn. i've lived in e17 for YEARS and failed to go there. not so any more! lovely beer garden, pretty pub, tasty, tasty filling food and more condiments than even i need. somehow, after drinks and pudding and losing repeatedly at uno it was closing time. whoops!

home, then OMG doctor who before falling into a hugely contented sleep.

***

i'd like more days like yesterday, please.

***

monday: booking tickets for restaurants is the new booking tickets for popular gigs. criminy!
shewho: (bunnyfoofoo)
there is nothing better than singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing, and are doing so.

karaoke last night was simply MARVELLOUS, and it isn't just the vin rouge talking. though that was pretty tasty too.

i think i could happily sing, and listen to other people singing while watching them enjoy themselves, forever and ever and ever and ever. we tried, but the karaokebox man eventually turfed us out.

i sang probably too much, but mostly with other people, so that's ok. um, there was:

♥ mr big - to be with you (with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague
♥ girls aloud - biology
♥ macca - no more lonely nights (with mrs [livejournal.com profile] rhodri)
♥ nikki french - total eclipse of the heart (with [livejournal.com profile] charleston and too much jumping around and shouting BOSH!>
♥ carly simon - you're so vain (with jenny again)
♥ meatloaf - dead ringer for love (more jenny! i forgot ALL the harmony and gave up on it, rubbish.)
♥ eurythmics - sweet dreams (with super harmonising from [livejournal.com profile] wilteddaffodil who is Very Good At Singing.)

and i think that was probably it, from me at least. i demand more karaoke! NOW! ahem. my neck is crippling me today, i should learn to actually OBEY myself and not attempt to windmill headbang to bon jovi. honestly.

more tasty wine in various locations afterwards, though man, 24 hour drinking is hard to find in london, how ridiculous! managed to stumble home via liverpool street, hurrah for homing instincts.

***

it was BEAUTIFUL walking to the station this morning. sharp and crisp, yet blurred with fog. that sort of fog that you think if you manage to walk through it to the other side you'll find yourself leaving some battle ground in an alternative universe. or perhaps that's just me. anyway, this is my favourite sort of weather. i can't think of anything better.

except maybe KARAOKE. heh.
shewho: (bunnyfoofoo)
there is nothing better than singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing, and are doing so.

karaoke last night was simply MARVELLOUS, and it isn't just the vin rouge talking. though that was pretty tasty too.

i think i could happily sing, and listen to other people singing while watching them enjoy themselves, forever and ever and ever and ever. we tried, but the karaokebox man eventually turfed us out.

i sang probably too much, but mostly with other people, so that's ok. um, there was:

♥ mr big - to be with you (with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague
♥ girls aloud - biology
♥ macca - no more lonely nights (with mrs [livejournal.com profile] rhodri)
♥ nikki french - total eclipse of the heart (with [livejournal.com profile] charleston and too much jumping around and shouting BOSH!>
♥ carly simon - you're so vain (with jenny again)
♥ meatloaf - dead ringer for love (more jenny! i forgot ALL the harmony and gave up on it, rubbish.)
♥ eurythmics - sweet dreams (with super harmonising from [livejournal.com profile] wilteddaffodil who is Very Good At Singing.)

and i think that was probably it, from me at least. i demand more karaoke! NOW! ahem. my neck is crippling me today, i should learn to actually OBEY myself and not attempt to windmill headbang to bon jovi. honestly.

more tasty wine in various locations afterwards, though man, 24 hour drinking is hard to find in london, how ridiculous! managed to stumble home via liverpool street, hurrah for homing instincts.

***

it was BEAUTIFUL walking to the station this morning. sharp and crisp, yet blurred with fog. that sort of fog that you think if you manage to walk through it to the other side you'll find yourself leaving some battle ground in an alternative universe. or perhaps that's just me. anyway, this is my favourite sort of weather. i can't think of anything better.

except maybe KARAOKE. heh.
shewho: (eyes)
I love these bright, crisp, chill, autumn mornings. With all of my heart. Yesterday, I got to wander in the sunshine through a park en route to work, kicking leaves and humming to myself. Today I have broken out the snuggly knitwear, my softest, most favourite jumper, and my silly gloves. It's not even quite cold enough for gloves, but their multicolouredness cheers my heart.

Aaaaah.

Last night I did nothing but sleep for hours. It was blissful.

Today I really will have nothing to do. All distractions welcome!

Most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] suicideally, high-kicking lady extraordinare!
shewho: (eyes)
I love these bright, crisp, chill, autumn mornings. With all of my heart. Yesterday, I got to wander in the sunshine through a park en route to work, kicking leaves and humming to myself. Today I have broken out the snuggly knitwear, my softest, most favourite jumper, and my silly gloves. It's not even quite cold enough for gloves, but their multicolouredness cheers my heart.

Aaaaah.

Last night I did nothing but sleep for hours. It was blissful.

Today I really will have nothing to do. All distractions welcome!

Most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] suicideally, high-kicking lady extraordinare!
shewho: (christmas)
I can always tell when there's been a snowfall by the weird pink light coming in through the bedroom window in the morning.

Today I have made the possibly sensible, possibly foolish decision of attempting to break in a brand new pair of knee high doc martins. This is sensible as I haven't fallen over, yet foolish, as I'm sure I'll break my feet instead.

The streets around my house looked like a Christmas card this morning. It was lovely. I was wearing my big wool coat with velvet trim that makes me feel like a small child to start with (not sure why, probably because I feel like I should be wearing a pink frock and going to first communion in it or something. Usually it's covering up hotpants and New Rocks, but eh), and felt like I belonged in the card. My gloves are multicoloured and actually date from my childhood. Magick stretch one-size-fits-all jobbies.

So it was inevitable I'd get a little carried away, and did in fact make a jaunt into some virgin snow in the garden in front of some flats.

In my head, SNOW DAY, frolicking in a park somewhere. Smiles.

All spoilt, as I hit Hoe Street, saw the nasty black London sludge, remembered I had to get to work and the trains would be rubbish, and fell into a sulk.

Here in London proper even the falling snow can't be bothered, looks more like rain than flakes, and everything is grey.

Happy Thursday!



(Haha, how grumpy do I sound?! I think I'm just jealous of the kids that were playing down the road throwing stealth snowballs at passing commuters, and about to have a day of fun.)

(Also, this entry reads like bad clothes-obsessed chick lit!)

(Even worse! I think I shall be left to my own devices at work ALL DAY which means I am stuck in the office and lonely. Waaaaah! Does anyone fancy coming round and bringing me gin food and company??? We can have a party with my little radio!)
shewho: (christmas)
I can always tell when there's been a snowfall by the weird pink light coming in through the bedroom window in the morning.

Today I have made the possibly sensible, possibly foolish decision of attempting to break in a brand new pair of knee high doc martins. This is sensible as I haven't fallen over, yet foolish, as I'm sure I'll break my feet instead.

The streets around my house looked like a Christmas card this morning. It was lovely. I was wearing my big wool coat with velvet trim that makes me feel like a small child to start with (not sure why, probably because I feel like I should be wearing a pink frock and going to first communion in it or something. Usually it's covering up hotpants and New Rocks, but eh), and felt like I belonged in the card. My gloves are multicoloured and actually date from my childhood. Magick stretch one-size-fits-all jobbies.

So it was inevitable I'd get a little carried away, and did in fact make a jaunt into some virgin snow in the garden in front of some flats.

In my head, SNOW DAY, frolicking in a park somewhere. Smiles.

All spoilt, as I hit Hoe Street, saw the nasty black London sludge, remembered I had to get to work and the trains would be rubbish, and fell into a sulk.

Here in London proper even the falling snow can't be bothered, looks more like rain than flakes, and everything is grey.

Happy Thursday!



(Haha, how grumpy do I sound?! I think I'm just jealous of the kids that were playing down the road throwing stealth snowballs at passing commuters, and about to have a day of fun.)

(Also, this entry reads like bad clothes-obsessed chick lit!)

(Even worse! I think I shall be left to my own devices at work ALL DAY which means I am stuck in the office and lonely. Waaaaah! Does anyone fancy coming round and bringing me gin food and company??? We can have a party with my little radio!)
shewho: (honeybee)
I read in the paper this morning that some airlines are soon to be letting hand luggage back on flights. I don't quite understand this, does it mean that all terrorists have been eradicated? They have blocked all their passports? Why is the risk any less?

Also, to celebrate, Ryanair are going to be offering 'free' flights. Cash Back!

****

Last night I went to see A Caucasian Chalk Circle at The Scoop, which is the outdoor concrete ampitheatre near Tower Bridge.

It was a lovely balmy evening to sit happily on my own and watch a really quite good free production. It was even lovlier to be surrounded by dubious youths (obviously on some sort of school trip) to find out they weren't dubious at all, and very keen.

Even when the rain started gently, they carried on, as promised. When it started tipping it down we were soooooo close to the end and the not-so-dubious-youths and everyone else sat there getting wet cheering for them to finish. So they did. In the pouring rain.

It was brilliant :)

****

Yesterday I heard many of my favourite noises:

♥ the roar of traffic pulling away from the lights at London Bridge
♥ the gentle pitter patter of light rain on umbrella
♥ the beautiful, beautiful ear-slamming thunder! God, I love storms :)
♥ the rain beating down on the bedroom window*

****

I don't think I'll be going to the free theatre today, I'm not sure the weather will let me.....





*NB this sound kept me awake and eventually made me angry, gah!
shewho: (honeybee)
I read in the paper this morning that some airlines are soon to be letting hand luggage back on flights. I don't quite understand this, does it mean that all terrorists have been eradicated? They have blocked all their passports? Why is the risk any less?

Also, to celebrate, Ryanair are going to be offering 'free' flights. Cash Back!

****

Last night I went to see A Caucasian Chalk Circle at The Scoop, which is the outdoor concrete ampitheatre near Tower Bridge.

It was a lovely balmy evening to sit happily on my own and watch a really quite good free production. It was even lovlier to be surrounded by dubious youths (obviously on some sort of school trip) to find out they weren't dubious at all, and very keen.

Even when the rain started gently, they carried on, as promised. When it started tipping it down we were soooooo close to the end and the not-so-dubious-youths and everyone else sat there getting wet cheering for them to finish. So they did. In the pouring rain.

It was brilliant :)

****

Yesterday I heard many of my favourite noises:

♥ the roar of traffic pulling away from the lights at London Bridge
♥ the gentle pitter patter of light rain on umbrella
♥ the beautiful, beautiful ear-slamming thunder! God, I love storms :)
♥ the rain beating down on the bedroom window*

****

I don't think I'll be going to the free theatre today, I'm not sure the weather will let me.....





*NB this sound kept me awake and eventually made me angry, gah!

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