Sacre bleu
it has been quite a long time (well it hasn’t really has it I’m being a drama
queen) as time seems to drag here. Besides going back to saafampton for a week
to ambush the housemates with a full-head pig mask and getting clobbered
startledly like an unexpected piñata, I haven’t really been up to much on this
side of the channel. I bought a ‘cocktail de legumes’ the other day at the
supermarket instead of the old multifruits mélange; a rampant amalgamation of
tomatoes, carrots, yellow pepper, beetroot, cucumber and ONION. Curiosity destroyed
the cat, I don’t think my tastebuds have forgiven me yet, although in hindsight
if I’d just heated it up it probably would just have been soup. Will I ever
learn to stop trying new things? It remains to be seen.
I honestly
can’t remember anything noteworthy about France since the last post (except
LOSING THE RUGBY) so I won’t try. When I got to London at 1am though I planned
to mull around at the 24h McDonalds in Victoria Station (which I had wisely
presearched) until my 5.30am train from Waterloo – only to discover that
stations close between 1 and 3am. Shivering and oozing mucus and tears in a
pussylike manner round Westminster with only the unsympathetic bundles of
homelessness for company, I contemplated inhabiting a night bus to Tooting Bec
for a few hours or trying my luck being the little spoon of one of the
destitute bundles. I wandered lonely as a clood until I saw a sign that almost
made me religious: 24h Accident and Emergency. And that is how I spent the night for free in
central London at St Thomas’ Hospital, damn did I feel like a smug bitch.
Oh also in
France I went to Nice which was agreeable and saw a non-existent carnival and
ate a chickpea pancake. It’s sunny here too nerrnerrnerrr. Time for Chinese revision,
my noodle is feeling dim sum.
(… sorry)
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