Week end in London
I have returned from my weekend in
London that turned to be successful, and really enjoyable. Y. and I were supposed to meet friends coming from our home
university on Friday eve and spent the rest of the weekend together. Our train
for London was almost in time, we rapidly arrive to S.'s flat. Thus, we
learned that their plane was 3 hours late and that we had enough time to buy
some food and have a pint at the local pub. They arrived at 10 o'clock, meaning
that it will be useless to look for some evening out as the pubs close at 11.
(since WW2...) So we stayed there and start to drink the beer and played a
stupid dice game called biskitz. It was my first time, and I had the beginner's
luck..., I kept losing and losing, and drank so much that I started to sleep
sitting in yoga style position. The bastards did the obvious thing and started to
play with me. They stacked all sort of objects on my neck and on my back. The
day after, I have
seen pictures of two cans of beers, cigarettes bags and pen forming an unlikely
construction. I woke up one hour
later by the urge of my stomach to vomit and spend some hour hugging the toilet. It was my first
throw up in 3 years. When I
finished everybody was sleeping, and the only room I could find (we were 9!) was
on the floor close to the door...
The day after we went to visit the town, walking on the
bank of the Tames and around Westminster and Whitehall before going back to Soho
to take the subway toward Camden market. It seems to me that I can't go to
London without going to Camden, I like it but I'm not feeling the same enthusiasm
from the confrontation with its cosmopolitan patchwork. However, my friends
wanted to visit it and they definitively liked it. We managed to gather (try to
visit a very crowded place in a group of 9 with ladies wanting obviously to shop
and the lads to visit... it can be relatively challenging) for going to
have a few beers. They wanted to go to this pub that allows cannabis smoking as
long as it is discreet. I was the only non smoker (I have quitted cigarettes or
hashish for almost 3 years) and I start to talk about that with some of the
girls. Yes, I felt more focus and more energised but I chose to for other
reasons... and so, and so... Being non smoker and watching people getting high
is always funny, as you can hear the discussion changing slightly. We went home
after a few hours and have a quick dinner (bangers and mash). The day after they
left London around 11am happy, tired and dirty.
Y., S. and me went to do some shopping and
eating in Japanese restaurant where the food is delivered on a conveyor belt.
Fantastic, Japanese food is probably my favourite food, as the last time was
more than 5 years ago, thus I was in heaven. Back to her flat, we helped S.
setting some shelves. I realised also that I missed the firewire converter to
connect my I-pod to her laptop and subsequently couldn't download any of her
movies, mp3. I wish I could kick my own ass.
We went home soon after and like my mates we were happy,
tired and dirty. In the train, Y. and I had a summary about the
objectives we had set for the weekend were almost completed
- See our mates and have fun: Largely Completed
- Eat some lamb kebab: Completed (you can't have decent
lamb kebab in Leicester)
- Eat Japanese: Completed (no Japanese restaurant in
Leicester)
- Copy movie: Failed
So overall, we were satisfied.