Living in London allows you to do some things that were never really available at home. For example, I now have the realistic prospect of participating in a TV game show. One of the ones that you watch with incredulity while sitting at home with man flu, perplexed by the incompetence of the participants. Who [...]
Posts Tagged ‘london’
Surviving With Very Little Toothpaste
I’m in London for what I was shocked to figure out will actually be my longest ever visit to the UK. I’m staying here for a full seven days—practically an aeon when surrounded by funny-coloured buses and pastie shops. England for me occupies a dedicated spot in the uncanny valley, similar—but not similar enough—to home. [...]
Traaaaiiins
I’d like to thank the Riverbank Park Plaza for their foresight in giving me a room about 20cm from seven train tracks. I’ll admit that the bone-rattling noise every half second was less than desirable, but at least it gave me an easy route to suicide if I was going to be driven to that. [...]
Londinium
Today is another travel day. I’m flying to London this afternoon for unspecified work reasons. Maybe I’m on a secret mission to kill the president of Paraguay with a fork; maybe I’m not. That’s all I’m going to say. I’ll return tomorrow evening, hopefully with good news.