So. Town is full of old American women who have William's teeth tattooed on their boobies. I really wish I could go to town tomorrow and see THE DRESS with my own two shortsighted eyes and wave a little flag and scream and then faint. Who wouldn't?
Alas, I will watch the ceremony with Loreena McKennit in her living room while eating currant buns and drinking tea.
So yeah, last shift with the shadsters tomorrow. On the weekend I will move all my 3 posessions into Ros' room and start looking for jobs. Cross your fingers, everyone!
I know this is short, but I don't really have anything else to say about Royal Wedding Eve (which is tonight). It is as exciting as Christmas, but as far as I know I won't get any presents, so meh.
PS: I won a game of pool against Ros last night, which is even more exciting than Christmas!
Thursday 28 April 2011
Thursday 21 April 2011
I dos.
My last shift with SHAD is on the royal wedding day. Which is a bit unfortunate. Because, little as I am interested in any royalties, this wedding promises to be quite the excitement. Loreena McKennit says people will sale cake on the streets.
I just heard on the radio that this wedding will cost £20m. Twenty million pounds. That is ridiculous and fascinating and it makes me think that people here will have to sell a lot of cake to afford it.
So yeah, the prince's is the first wedding I am excited about. Then there's more exciting ones, tho, which I am actually invited to.
I have only been to a traditional wedding once, when I was six and throwing flowers and I was wearing little white socks and pretty shoes. Horrible day. Then I was to a wedding where everyone wore black and it took place in a cinema. And then as an unborn Nio I was at my parents' wedding, which was small and I (= my mum) wasn't even wearing a wedding dress, but a grey skirt and blazer and the only guests were archaeologists coming to throw flowers and rice in their lunch break. My glorious parents.
Anyway, as you can see, I am a wedding newbie. But I won't be anymore when the summer is over. Just wait.
I just heard on the radio that this wedding will cost £20m. Twenty million pounds. That is ridiculous and fascinating and it makes me think that people here will have to sell a lot of cake to afford it.
So yeah, the prince's is the first wedding I am excited about. Then there's more exciting ones, tho, which I am actually invited to.
I have only been to a traditional wedding once, when I was six and throwing flowers and I was wearing little white socks and pretty shoes. Horrible day. Then I was to a wedding where everyone wore black and it took place in a cinema. And then as an unborn Nio I was at my parents' wedding, which was small and I (= my mum) wasn't even wearing a wedding dress, but a grey skirt and blazer and the only guests were archaeologists coming to throw flowers and rice in their lunch break. My glorious parents.
Anyway, as you can see, I am a wedding newbie. But I won't be anymore when the summer is over. Just wait.
Tuesday 19 April 2011
Sprimmer*
So Mothervisit is over and it was good. I got to be a tourist and pose in front of tube and street signs. Until my mum's camera's batteries died and she got grumpy cause my "dad should have told her she has to bring the charger" cause how's she supposed to know. Seriously. Batteries haven't been around for that long afterall and my mum's not so good with new technologies.
She went to lots of art galleries and we did a lot of walking through Soho and Camden and a lot of drinking, too. She bought me a towel and underwear and we had asian food every night. Cause it's the only food you get in Tooting and cos Green Papaya is the loveliest and Ros and I had to take her there. So all in all it was a lovely, if a little exhausting week.
My mum is also good to walk around with, cos she notices things. Like... You have a street, a normal street, houses, fences, bins and the odd tree... and for some reason you look at it and know you are in Britain and not in Germany. You don't know why you know, something you can't put your finger on. Here's one reason why:
They PAINT things here. With oil paint. They paint their fences black with oil paint, while we leave it the grey metal. Sometimes they paint the fences grey, but they still paint them. Same for window frames and... I don't know, pub fronts. And doors. We just leave them wooden or plastic or whatever. They paint them brown or white (or any other colour, they have lovely coloured doors here). They must spend shit loads of money on oil paint in this country. But it's good, cause a grey painted fence is prettier than a grey fence.
And now it is SPRING! The sun is scorching the skies and petals rain from the trees. Young girls and old men sit around and write poetry. Woodpidgeons fall in love and all that. Ladybugs... etc. And I get drunken in beer gardens and parks. It is a proper relief, cause it is cheaper and also you need less food.
And cheap is good, cause I have no money. I lost my wallet again. (Feel free to comment on how big a twat I am, but in my defence I want to say that my mobile phone is one year old this month and that's quite amazing and I am proud.)
Also, my job ends in 10 days. I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait! But also I am a little nervous and am getting the oooh-something-ends blues. And all of a sudden I get all sentimental while watering Loreena MacKennit's orchids and sitting around St-Martins-in-the-Fields at 10 on a Sunday morning, all tired and bored and hungover...
ANYWAY I am mostly excited. May will be nice, I think. There's two weddings, a trip to Germany which starts with a wine tasting with my dad and some of his clients, a trip to see my grandmother, who just turned 90!, a couple of days in Cologne with my friend Julie, who I can't wait to see and then a few days in Bochum, and then my cousin's wedding, which will be a proper family reunion, I think.
I am not the biggest family reunion fan. You usually get nice food, but it's exhausting cause you have to pretend to be a nice, hard studying/working straight girl and wear a skirt or something with flowers on. In the past my cousin Ju and me had the best times together, cause we just have to look at each other and crack up about something some auntie just said. And usually after lunch we just fucked off and spent the rest of the day locked in in a toilet cubicle or somewhere. But this time she's the bride and might not be up for it. sigh.
Anyway. Also in May I need to find a new job and flat. Am considering moving into Marcel's skanky flat, cause his heroi n housemate was just thrown out. The flat is urgh, but it's only a 5 minutes walk from Brick Lane, which is rather brilliant and about 20 minutes from Ros' house and everyone else I know. Will think about it. It's not exactely a place I'd invite my mum to. And she's been to all my volunteer's flats and liked them.
Today: games, sandwiches and sunshine in London fields with the Meganican.
*Spring plus summer
She went to lots of art galleries and we did a lot of walking through Soho and Camden and a lot of drinking, too. She bought me a towel and underwear and we had asian food every night. Cause it's the only food you get in Tooting and cos Green Papaya is the loveliest and Ros and I had to take her there. So all in all it was a lovely, if a little exhausting week.
My mum is also good to walk around with, cos she notices things. Like... You have a street, a normal street, houses, fences, bins and the odd tree... and for some reason you look at it and know you are in Britain and not in Germany. You don't know why you know, something you can't put your finger on. Here's one reason why:
They PAINT things here. With oil paint. They paint their fences black with oil paint, while we leave it the grey metal. Sometimes they paint the fences grey, but they still paint them. Same for window frames and... I don't know, pub fronts. And doors. We just leave them wooden or plastic or whatever. They paint them brown or white (or any other colour, they have lovely coloured doors here). They must spend shit loads of money on oil paint in this country. But it's good, cause a grey painted fence is prettier than a grey fence.
And now it is SPRING! The sun is scorching the skies and petals rain from the trees. Young girls and old men sit around and write poetry. Woodpidgeons fall in love and all that. Ladybugs... etc. And I get drunken in beer gardens and parks. It is a proper relief, cause it is cheaper and also you need less food.
And cheap is good, cause I have no money. I lost my wallet again. (Feel free to comment on how big a twat I am, but in my defence I want to say that my mobile phone is one year old this month and that's quite amazing and I am proud.)
Also, my job ends in 10 days. I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait! But also I am a little nervous and am getting the oooh-something-ends blues. And all of a sudden I get all sentimental while watering Loreena MacKennit's orchids and sitting around St-Martins-in-the-Fields at 10 on a Sunday morning, all tired and bored and hungover...
ANYWAY I am mostly excited. May will be nice, I think. There's two weddings, a trip to Germany which starts with a wine tasting with my dad and some of his clients, a trip to see my grandmother, who just turned 90!, a couple of days in Cologne with my friend Julie, who I can't wait to see and then a few days in Bochum, and then my cousin's wedding, which will be a proper family reunion, I think.
I am not the biggest family reunion fan. You usually get nice food, but it's exhausting cause you have to pretend to be a nice, hard studying/working straight girl and wear a skirt or something with flowers on. In the past my cousin Ju and me had the best times together, cause we just have to look at each other and crack up about something some auntie just said. And usually after lunch we just fucked off and spent the rest of the day locked in in a toilet cubicle or somewhere. But this time she's the bride and might not be up for it. sigh.
Anyway. Also in May I need to find a new job and flat. Am considering moving into Marcel's skanky flat, cause his heroi n housemate was just thrown out. The flat is urgh, but it's only a 5 minutes walk from Brick Lane, which is rather brilliant and about 20 minutes from Ros' house and everyone else I know. Will think about it. It's not exactely a place I'd invite my mum to. And she's been to all my volunteer's flats and liked them.
Today: games, sandwiches and sunshine in London fields with the Meganican.
*Spring plus summer
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