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Haven’t blogged for days, I’ve been busy.

So Saturday the snow started to fall so I left Kingston. Managed to get to Waterloo without to many delays. All trains are running fine from Waterloo, that is until my train arrives. I get on and we wait, then we wait a bit more. Half an hour passes which I don’t really notice because I’m engrossed in Vanity fair. Then the driver starts making periodic announcements about not knowing when we’ll be leaving the station. Eventually we hear that there is a train just outside of Lewisham that’s not moving. I don’t live on the Lewisham line! My train is not moving and it might be worth you seeking alternative routes. This poor Chinese girl without a great grasp on English asks me how she can get to Plumstead, I don’t know but I suggest she talk to station staff. She asks me where she can get a taxi, I tell her and off she goes, I didn’t want to even imagine how much that cost her. I go to wait for the 188 outside none show up, I decide to get the 1 to Canada water and if I’m lucky get the 199 which takes me straight to my door. None arrive and I get a 188 end then I have to walk. That whole charade took me over three hours. Plus the path to my flat is treacherous without the four inches of snow, but I didn’t slip over which was great.

While walking from the bus I passed an obviously gay couple. One of them was wearing what can only be described as a double pointed drag queen wig and a floor length grey fluffy coat. He then proceeded to ask if anyone knew the way to Narnia.

I heard from people what they think of my blog, one person said she felt like she was there and that she could hear people saying their quote of the day. The most poetic description naturally came from Vanessa. My blog is apparently like a Victorian window with the curtains slightly open. Why the window is Victorian I’m not sure but I like the analogy, we agreed that if the curtains were fully open my blog would be a terrifying insight into a Burtonesque world of weirdness.

I was getting off the train yesterday and I got a whiff of a woman’s Tea rose perfume. My mind was then filled with childhood memories of mum, she used to wear tea rose perfume amazing how a smell can invoke memories.

Do you ever laugh and think it doesn’t sound like your laugh? That happened to me yesterday, I laughed and I swear it was someone else’s laugh. 

I missed my Monday Haiku.

Brick lane to be uncobbled for the Olympics! Last time I check there are no Olympic events in brick lane. Barcelona does have the best pavements in Europe because of their hosting of the Olympics but Brick lane covered in tarmac is ridiculous. It’s a market lane, cobbles are part of the mise en scene and vibe. 

I cannot believe Kira sat next to Jake Gyllenhaal at the theatre, soooooo jealous.

Stitch N Bitch disintegrated last night so we went to the pub, which was a lot of fun. Four bottles of rose between four women would be fine except one of those women was pregnant so she had a coke. I think we all felt a little delicate this morning. Warning kiwis become piros when drunk.

Sticking your face in mine and saying “How’s Martha then?” is not a polite enquiry. It freaked the fuck out of me.

Top 5 songs of the day

Nada Surf- Popular

Mumford & Son- Liar

Mumford & Son- Enemy Within

Johnny Leyton- Johnny Remember Me

Nada Surf- If you leave