Seriously, of all the TV programme titles, that was the best they could come up with?!
Archive for November, 2007
"Can fat teens hunt?"
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007bump
Thursday, November 15th, 2007A key indicator for obviously needing more sleep is when you get into work and tell boss-man that he can “bump you”. :dizzy:
Of course I was talking about our morning meeting!
wireless goodness
Thursday, November 15th, 2007My BT Internet Radio that I won arrived today!!
quiche trays
Thursday, November 15th, 2007Last night me and Ed met up at 6 and headed to Kaslik. It was pretty empty so we went to stop in at scary biker bar, decided it was better if we didn’t and then embarked on a search for an ATM. Apparently it is near impossible to find an ATM in the greater Leicester Square region.
We had the Kaslik set menu and cocktails (which I spilt). The tables were gigantic quiche baking trays (not really but they totally could have been!) and the cushions/foam blocks on the floor were great. We didn’t go for the shisha although it does intrigue me!
Personal Space
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007For some reason every train I got on today decided to stop for no reason (okay, maybe not every train, but at least two). The most interesting train of the day (of which I take four) was the last one on the Central line. Me (and about 10 others) squeezed into an already full carriage. The woman I happened to be facing put her arms up in full block mode, apologising mind you, and kept them there gently pushing me for the whole train journey. This wouldn’t usually bother me (and didn’t in this case either, claustrophobia and the general lack of the urge to rub up against four strangers at once are concepts familiar to me) except for the fact that the guy behind me seemed intent on pushing me from that end. So I was basically in a tube-vice-grip of death.
Perhaps now would be a good time to link back to a previous post.
"Peter…Peter…"
Monday, November 12th, 2007On Friday night I made the BIGGEST lasagna ever! I actually asked Mog’s mum if she had a smaller baking dish because I stupidly didn’t realise the exact size of the monstrosity that I was about to make. Mog came home to find a roasting pan filled with layers of lasagna-y goodness…mmmm…
Saturday started early with a 6:50 wakey-wakey-rise-and-shine due to me feeling like I was living in the devil’s cave that is Mog’s room. I was not built for central heating…
Back to sleep and up again to slowly start the day with tackling my bomb site (as mum would call it) of a room.
An afternoon trip to meet Ed in East Croydon and marvel at the pretty Autumn park and then a spider at a café/restaurant/bar and I was done. A mad dash for the train and back to Hendon to have Saima pick me up.
Sunday included a trip to Oriental City (damn that coconut pudding is good) and then off to Spitalfields market. Waiting at Wembley Park tube turned out to be quite amusing. We were standing on the platform then all we heard was a *crackle crackle* and a voice over the speakers saying, “Peter…Peter…” Talk about scare the bejesus outta you funny!
My Concrete Jungle
Saturday, November 10th, 2007I’ve been so conditioned to concrete jungles that I never really noticed it. Maybe you think that having come from NZ I should notice the difference, but I had a wee think back and realised in Wellington I lived in the middle of town, ditto for Sydney, then again in Guadalajara, then in charming concrete apartment blocks in Milano, then in the middle of town again in Roma and now in London I don’t see any greenery from my walk to and from the tube stations.
It was only after going to Germany last weekend that I kind of appreciate the sight of trees and greenery and Autumn coloured leaves. Cue the hippy-ish, treehugging music but I kinda like it.
Cannelloni
Friday, November 9th, 2007Everyone here starts the day with cereal or some delicious treat from Pret A Manger or EAT. I stood in the kitchen this morning heating up a Sainsbury’s heat-and-eat cannelloni.
HOT FOOD
Friday, November 9th, 2007Last night I met up with Ed at 6pm after having run through the rain to the tube station (note to self: must fight all Wellingtonian urges and actually buy an umbrella) and arriving looking like a drowned rat. We went to Henry’s for drinks to celebrate his purchase of a flat and followed up with “hot food” at Bistro 1. Oh my gosh! How yummy is the food there?! Mini mezze plates to start off with followed by sea bream for Ed and moussaka for me…drool!
We stayed til they were closed then walked to Covent Garden station only to find it closed…onto Leicester Square where we jumped on a train in the approximate direction of home.
Did I mention the yummy food?
Swap-A-Rama was O for awesome!
Thursday, November 1st, 2007People at work were pretty sure it was for Halloween but you never can tell these days…
I arrived at Old Street station late…not sure what happened there.
We wandered and found a bar close to Favela Chic and plied ourselves with vodka tonics and pigtails. Ed was kind enough to have broken my cowgirl hat already so you can imagine how unimpressed I was…good thing was I liked his pimp hat much more! A few more drinks and we were off!
Favourite quote of Old Street Station: “Hi I’m Ed, I’ll be your pimp for the evening.”
Favourite quote: “Je m’appelle Spandi.” greeted by a blank look by the French couple sitting at the bar.
Favourite quote outside Favela Chic: “Are you a 27 waist?” “No, 28.” from the Norwegian boy who had a Japanese grandfather.
Favourite quote inside Favela Chic: “You know what that means…Get your f**king clothes off!” I don’t know why he felt he had to keep reminding us?