Doleful

Who wants to write about being ill all weekend, working back-to-back shifts at different jobs, having one's whole body ache, needing naps and fruit juice at every opportunity to fight the flu, and sorry but that's why this is so darn late?

not me

I'd rather write about this couple who came into Ben's and said,

"Do you watch Orange is the New Black?"

"I've seen the first episode..."

"You remind us of Alex"

"The hot lesbian?"

"Yes!!! I mean, not that we think you're a lesbian... It's a compliment!"

No offence taken, you wonderful duo you! How I'd long to be mistaken for Alex, who is really quite dangerously and intelligently sexy looking! Tick this off my bucket list then.

I'd also like to write about when I visited Jules who gave me my belated birthday present, the DVD of Frances Ha.

"She reminds me of you!"

"Why?" - goes to read the description...

... "Frances, a twenty-something woman living in New York, who dreams of being a dancer and, despite the obstacles that stand in her way, lives her life with unaccountable joy and lightness."

How beautiful that Jules thinks of me as such. Yes, there is very little hope for the aspiring performer but who the dickens cares? When you are in constant pursuit of your dreams, who cares about anything else?

Yes, I've been bad; since arriving in London I've done barely anything to propel my career (except go to more auditions), but I need some sort of creative hub, some theatre group, some spark of diversity to keep me going. Dance classes down the street? Dance classes across the river? PLAYS EVERYWHERE?!

Like, what am i doing, yo?

That being said, I've got to be nice to myself. I have been here a month and yes, it's time for me to invest in these things, but I needed that time to settle down. I still do, in fact! Every day there's a new thing to handle, whether it be the organisation of my room, the investment in new appliances, or just making sure I get a shower in somewhere. 

The Resurgence of Wales

Down near Wandsworth Station, there's a cute little coffee stand called "cwtch". It makes me smile at every occasion, reminding me of Cardiff and my horrible attempts and acculturation there. When a visitor (who I met in Cardiff but is actually English so it sort of defeats the purpose) comes along, I make him pose!

He's blinking, if it wasn't obvious.

James and I went to see Sinatra at the Palladium, a show I don't recommend. It made me realise just how vacant Sinatra was as a performer, and I was actually befuddled as to why he got so famous. Sinatra had this tug of the lower lip every time he sang an "e" vowel. Watch some clips and you'll see. Regardless of that and the fact that James seemed like he was going to vomit everywhere, we still had a pleasant time. Here's what happens when you entrust James with a camera!

Tactfully blurry, as to hide my frizz

Let's finish this off with two more wonderful little stories.

Firstly, the Frances Ha wasn't the only pressie Jules gave. She also bequeathed a geranium, my first plant in the UK. Because I went straight from her place to job 1 and job 2, I kept the little thing in my backpack, poking out of the side pocket like a best friend. I feel that although I was dying inside, the little plant brought hope to those around me, being quirkily presented and beautiful.

Secondly, the 45 pack of toilet roll arrived in the mail. My flatmates tried to send it away with the postman, but he said, "it's for Sally" and that was awkward because they did indeed have a flatmate named Sally. They accepted the present into our lovely home and then I laughed heaps when I saw it lying in the hallway. They were astounded at how great a deal it was too (groupon ftw! I've just ordered some ink too).

The end.