I’ve learnt a few things over the last 3 months:
1) I’m shite at keeping a blog up to date,
2) Continuing to have white coloured hair is a royal pain in the arse,
3) I haven’t seen a lot of films – I’ll get onto this one another time,
4) My itch to travel EVERY FUCKING WHERE is back,
5) I still look young enough to get ID’d for paracetamol. Which is nice I guess.
In other words – things have happened, stuff’s changed and life is pretty nice at the moment. I’ve started a new job (I say new… I’ve been here for a while now) that doesn’t involve me staring at shoes then sobbing into my bank account at the end of each month and I’ve actually visited London as a tourist. That shit was more exciting than it should have been. I’m not cut out for that sharp elbow, glare at people until they move way of things I used to endure whilst travelling with work.
So what do you do when you visit London as a tourist? You do touristy things, obvs.
First thing’s first – you stay in a bizarre hotel with photos behind the bed so you feel like you’re being watched. It must also have a bed big enough for a picnic & a strange light fitting at the end of the bed made out of a garden hose. If you haven’t stayed in a place like this then, quite frankly, your life is a shambles.
Once you’re fully rested & no longer freaked out by the girls staring at you from the wall, then tourist mode gets enabled.
LONDON EYE, YO!
And onto Madame Tussauds. I can only describe this place as slightly terrifying with a hint of creepiness. Stare right into those bugger’s eyes and you’ll be convinced that they’re about to scream ‘boo’ in your face, instantly making you regret downing that bottle of juice before you went in.
Got to meet this lad though.
Onto more fun things – Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium.
Now this was a slightly odd choice as I’m pretty terrified of cats. Why the hell would you go to a cat cafe then you nugget? Because I can and I maned up for the occasion.
Ok so I didn’t ‘man up’. In fact I barely even touched the little critters but they did look pretty and the place provided some pretty tasty grub.
Yes there was LEGO. Duh.
There was even a giant vegetable:
And a game of Munchkin (which I was pretty good at until I died. Stupid game).
Of course I found that typical tourist staple – mousemats with boobs. ‘Cause everyone needs a bosom for a pillow, innit?
And a good stare up Nelson Mandela’s nose:
All in all, a pretty damn good trip. You’re growing on me, London. Bravo.