So, I'm starting to find my favourite little corners of London town. And yesterday, I found another. Camden Town. I think I'm a punk trapped in a non-punk body. This is one very cool place. I can't really do it justice but I'll grab more photos next time and add them. One small problem with Camden though is the threat of a painful death from the freaky punk you're trying to take a photo of. They don't like you taking photos of them. I'll see if I can talk one of the friendly death metal loving folk into it next time. If you never hear from me again, it's probably safe to assume they threw me into the Camden Lock never to be seen again.
In other exciting news, we were coming home late last night from the pub when one of the guys we were out with announces that I live just near Hugh Grant's parents! Now, how close you ask? Try about ten houses. Hugh parks in my street. I am an excited little puppy. One of these days... I am going to have my random celebrity encounter and I'll pass out with excitement and miss the whole damn thing.
Strangely, one of the highlights of last night was being in a car! I haven't been in a car in two months. Taxis are super expensive (a one way tube ticket sharing the carriage with 1000 of your closest smelly friends costs $10 Australian, so hazard a guess at the cost of a privately hired, spacious taxi), and to be honest... you just go everywhere on public transport over here. So, I lapped up the car experience and sat in the back like royalty (when in Rome...)
More stories to come my little amigos...
In other exciting news, we were coming home late last night from the pub when one of the guys we were out with announces that I live just near Hugh Grant's parents! Now, how close you ask? Try about ten houses. Hugh parks in my street. I am an excited little puppy. One of these days... I am going to have my random celebrity encounter and I'll pass out with excitement and miss the whole damn thing.
Strangely, one of the highlights of last night was being in a car! I haven't been in a car in two months. Taxis are super expensive (a one way tube ticket sharing the carriage with 1000 of your closest smelly friends costs $10 Australian, so hazard a guess at the cost of a privately hired, spacious taxi), and to be honest... you just go everywhere on public transport over here. So, I lapped up the car experience and sat in the back like royalty (when in Rome...)
More stories to come my little amigos...
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