The Glamorous London Life

The past two weeks have gone by so quickly, so steadfastly. It seems Cardiff doesn't want me to leave. I've been back twice already (once for a gig, once for an audition) and I think it's safe to say I'll be back again in August. Leave me alone!!!!

My time in London has been very, very interesting. I've been on tubes in which I can clearly smell the next guy's morning shave, the girl's spritz of deodorant, the breath of "I haven't eaten breakfast yet." In this particular tube, I found it very rewarding to look back as I got off and to see the people cramming into such an enclosed space. My friends!

Talk about friends, I met someone today who I wish I could've asked for her number without being awkward. In my ignorance of where Old Street Station was, she led me there, explaining about her life in the most nonchalant, too cool for school, type of way. On the other hand, I'm sure that these initial friendships are going to be easy enough; it'll be finding the ones who'll stick around.

Someone Get this Girl a Bike

I am absolutely astonished with my inability to cope with the public transport here. I am also unable to cope with SOHO on a Saturday arvo. Please, don't go. Don't go near the swamps of tourists, waiting to seep your soul from life and push you into the crowded streets. Please, Leave me alone!!!!

Not to mention, I'm insisting on walking a lot of distances that really shouldn't be done. My feet are no longer recognisable. I don't understand how they've turned out this way; I actually don't even know where the blood is coming from, I just know it hurts! I also got that killer rug burn from playing dodgeball with the boys barefoot. Somebody, get me a leash, I need to be tamed.

The Black Stuff is from the Zorb Pitch. Blood-stained shoes. Dying.

Nonetheless, this is a huge learning curve for me. I kind of like it a lot. I want to get to know this city intimately, to be like my friend Jules who just recounts which tube line you need to get on at the drop of a station name.

Speak of the Devil, +Julia Kelly celebrated her 25th this past weekend in style. Her "garden party" was beautiful indeed, and I caught Jules looking ultra Secret Garden in her white, classy outfit.

Shoulda been a ballerina. What grace! What elegance!

Write to My New Address?

Hello all, from the bed of my indefinite London home. I wanted to take more in the photo, but I've left a few items askew, waiting to be put into home places in the morning. I really like my new flatmates; they seem really down to earth, but in the responsible, Tuesday is rubbish day, type of way. I need some sleep now lovely ladies and lads and dogs. Thanks for reading.

View from My Bed

p.s. - USA is number 1 in terra blog readers readers (per usual), but now the UK is overtaking Australia. Sorry, aussie friends, you are just slacking off a bit now. Perhaps the winter is putting you into hibernation?