Once again not that much happening here. I'm just writing to let you all know I'm still alive and in the hope of generating some comments that will entertain me at work..

The biggest news I have to offer doesn't greatly affect Hana and I. We have been evicted! Apparently not for being rowdy and having the noise police over on a few occasions (English people are too tight-arsed to be living so close to one another - we had a sunday bbq a few weeks back and had the noise police over at 6.30pm about music that was not loud enough to interfere in our conversations let alone our neighbours'). The landlord has said that his daughter wants to move in. So thats it, no arguing, we're out. Fortunately, we've been given 2 months notice, which will bring us to the middle of September, which is only like 10 days before we planned on leaving anyway. We'll probably head to Ireland or Scotland or some other part of the British Isles we intended to visit on weekends but didn't because we were too hungover.

Met up with Loges and Henno on Saturday, and took them to a New Zealander party (took is actually a misleading word to use - after telling them to meet us at Clapham Junction, they got lost and we supplied them with the address and instructions. Considering it was their fourth day in the country it was a commendable achievement to find the place, albeit 2 hours later). I was worried early on when I was told by a host to 'get out if I don't like it' after telling her to chill out when she pushed past me to retrieve a lost phone which had been found (that bitch got her comeuppance when she collapsed on the balcony an hour later and spent the rest of the night in a puddle of her own filth). Despite all of this, it turned out to be quite a good night evidenced by the fact that our guests outstayed us! We made the call to leave when, after smoking a joint which may not have been a joint (something he claims, but I think the half-bottle of vodka preceding the joint may have had more to do with it), Byron pulled a whitey (which is in fact not a reference to me, but when you smoke so much that the colour suddenly drains from your face and you more-often-than-not puke). Despite my best efforts (he asked me to tell him a story, and my dull-as-dogshit effort only made things worse - I was interrupted midway with "I don't feel good man") he thankfully didn't puke but we thought it was time to make an exit. Loges and Henno stayed behind to chat to some randoms and try to get a grip on life in London.

The weather here has been beautiful. For the past 8 or 9 days it has been blue skies and sunshine and getting up to around 30 degrees. We took advantage by taking a walk along Kensington High Street (an inspired decision - its where the posh totties go shopping) on Saturday, and my god, english women like to take their clothes off when it gets hot. Admittedly, the women aren't so good looking around the rest of the country (should I say the rest of London, because I lack any experience north of Camden) but we had a pleasant day sight-seeing.

As usual I've managed to write a lot about nothing. And in return all I ask is that you too write a lot (or at least something). The internet has become a boring, boring place.

P.S I like brackets.......

I am currently developing a system of footnoting.

In light of what's happened here in the last day or so, I felt I should write a post...

First of all, Hana and I (and everyone else we know in London - including the Duck) are fine although both Hana and I were fairly close to the action. I work in Leadenhall St, which is around the corner from Aldgate (although I don't use Aldgate station- its on a different line). I got my normal train, but once we got to my stop, they weren't letting people off the train because of a 'security issue'. So the train kept going and then stopped between monument and tower hill (the station before aldgate)... for an hour. When I finally got off the train, the entire tube network had been closed. I'd never gone to work from tower hill before so I didn't know which way to go. Luckily I spotted the gherkin in the distance (which i knew was north) and just started walking towards that...




I eventually got to Fenchurch Street where there were a crowd of people and a bunch of police were standing behind tape. I didn't stick around too long - I was an hour late to work. I got up to work, where we figured out what was going on, and then basically sat down in the basement for the rest of the day (hey, I'm being paid by the hour)..

When I did leave at 4, the tubes were still shut down as well as zone 1 buses, so i decided to walk. I got to Picadilly, which is here on the map:



So, you can see its not too far from Fenchurch Street..

Luckily by the time I got there, buses were running and I got one all the way home from there.

Hana, on the other hand, didn't make it into work. She was evacuated from the tube at Paddington and tried to walk to work, but got to oxford st and gave up. Turns out, the train that blew up at Edgeware Rd was only like 2 in front of her. And had she left when she planned to (she was running late as usual) she may have been on that one...

My housemate Lorrie works directly above Aldgate, and he was in his office when the bomb went off. He heard a bang and felt vibrations from his office...

He thought someone on the floor below slammed a door.

But everyone here's ok. Thanks for the sms. Hope I didn't worry anyone by not replying, but I'm out of credit. And don't expect me home anytime soon if I win £47million in the lottery tonight...

Bismillah

Despite last weekend being the biggest for events I've seen (Live8, Wimbledon, and some other shit I've forgotten), I spent the entire weekend on the couch, barely able to move.. At least there was something on TV...

I was 'sick' pretty much all last week. I took a couple of days off work (which is gonna kill me next week) and it seemed to reach its worst on Saturday (I was in so much pain I went to bed before Paul McCartney's finale to Live8), and then magically woke up on Sunday morning almost completely fine... So for all those concerned, I'm ok now, thankyou.

I won the lottery on Friday night... All £6.30 of 8th division! But never look a gift horse in the mouth. That was enough to get me ticket in the next one and 8 cans of fosters! The jackpot this friday is £48 million (thats like almost $125million)... If I scoop it I promise I'll give each of you a tenner.

I've finalised all the dates on my ticket now, and I can confirm that I'll be coming home on the 17th of Feb. So I expect someone to be there at Tullamarine with a pie and a carlton to greet me..

Well obviously its been a riveting week: couch, lottery and plane tickets... See what you lot are missing out on?!