Greetings to my friends and followers. I hope that you are enjoying the
holidays and that you are not eating too much chocolate, too much is bad for
you.
The holiday twas a great success- at no point did it take a turn for the
blurst and for those who are interested, FULL details are below. Photos will
be shown later- naming and shaming etc.
On Thursday morning we met at the train station and got on the train. Emma
gave us each 4 bottles of oasis (o-arsis, according to Jamie) and soon we
were quite sick of the stuff. The journey was a source of great hilarity-
Emma saw a chalk inscription of a horse on a hillside, about 1/2 a mile wide,
and loudly asked us whether it was a real horse or not. We decided that it
wasn't, amid smiles from all in the train. Later george drew a picture of
Helen (Harper)'s house, as there had been a party of great hilariousness
there the previous Saturday. George had met a very nice lad called Jethro who
was from Israel. MOTL. We then got off the train in London Waterloo, and in
trying to find the way out, George misdirected us to a dodgy looking taxi
rank place, then to the newsagents, but finally we got out into the street
near the Elephant and Castle pub/ underground station. Then we almost killed
ourselves by walking, in the heat, smog and CO2 of London to Halls of
Residence where we were going to stay. Finally we reached "Dover Street
Residence". Security was so tight in this place that we couldn't even get
thru the front door, (which had several bells, buttons, knobs etc) which we
pressed randomly whilst the receptionist stared and wondered if we were 18 or
not. Having found our booking we then killed the lift- by walking in thru one
set of doors, pressing all the buttons that we could see in a mild panic, and
when the other set of doors opened, running out and discovering that we were
exactly where we'd started. Emma and George later wondered if there was a
recognised condition for fear of lifts- "liftophobia" or "upanddownaphobia"...
The rooms were ok, and George and Emma discovered how to make ice cubes.
George found that she could sit on the windowsil and watch a gang of mexican
lads below. George also found that she had remembered to take her toy lizard
with her, formerly known as the "dill lizard" (don't say it too fast, or if
drunk) but now christened "jethro" for a strange reason.
We then set off for the bright lights of Londonium, aided by George's A-Z of
London from 1979 (but hey, it cant change!). We firstly headed for Trafalger
Square, and did get there, despite stopping to look at the Globe theatre, St
Pauls Cathedral, the Thames, etc and walking straight into a massive
underpass with what seemed like half the cars in the world coming out of it
at about 100 mph.
Emma reached 7th heaven in Trafalger Sq, being surrounded by pigeons that
were gathering in huge threatening flocks like storm clouds, ready to
surprise innocent citizens below. We found a fountain, filled with about 10
grams of chlorine, 10 tons of pigeon shit, 80,000 fag ends etc, and George
and Emma paddled a bit whilst Edd and Moggoot watched in silent disgust,
vomiting sporadically.
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